They Tell Me To Be Afraid

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The Chaos Of It All

They tell me not to go. They tell me it is scary. They tell me it’s not worth it.

They tell me not to go and I know they mean well.

I’ve three strikes against me, already, they say:

White.

Christian.

Female.

“Don’t go to the Middle East because you could die for this.

But how, then, do I explain to them how honored I’d be to die for this?

No one else sleeps inside this castle of skin. No one else hears the passionate whispers that reverberate in this heart’s very capillaries; the incessant noise. How it refuses to go mute. No one deals with this need in me, but me, and the God who put me here.

So I am here to tell you that I am going.

{So maybe not tomorrow, but soon}

To tell you that I am daring to stand in solidarity with word and

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