I know God is busy.
Sometimes I feel lost,
unheard in heaven,
silenced on earth.

I need to know God
can still see me
and believe in me.

I want to know that God
will protect me from those
who would wish me to be
forever empty handed,
pained, dead and buried,

gone from this earth
because of the color
of my skin, my abilities,
my gender, my age, etc.

Because they want to rule
a world of sameness,
embracing their desires as facts
replacing God’s commandments
with their own.

For these people,
I’m an enigma,
an imperfection,
a reminder of their vanity.

They will never see in me
what God cherishes.

They will remain blinded
by their lies,
unable to face their crimes
against humanity.

Thus, they continue
to stare at me,
hoping I’ll disappear


Janet Cormier wrote her first Bamboozled No More! column six years ago on the day of Juneteenth. Her column has since appeared weekly on Oddball Magazine.


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