God wants religion
to be a barrier
To divide all the different people
Who stood side by side.

God wants hypocrisy
And constant war.
Common sense
He wants to ignore.

God wants exploitation,
His voice to be heard
And to spread diseases
that will never be cured.

He wants riches,
“It’s my word,” he’ll cry.
While millions of people Fall down. And die.

Well Here I am God,
doubting your existence, questioning your omnipotence.
To you the suffering world pleads their case,
to all you refuse to show your face,
in the eyes of the believers and the congregation,
I am condemned to hell, deserved of damnation.

But because I choose to think freely,
I do not have to listen to the merciless cries from the imaginary deity.

- a youtuber

How high will the sycamore grow?
If you cut it down, then you’ll never know
And you’ll never hear the wolf cry to the blue corn moon

For whether we are white or copper skinned
We need to sing with all the voices of the mountains
We need to paint with all the colors of the wind.

My secret for authentic and historically-rich clothing: second-hand stores. Although it may be the contrary, most of the items I find are impeccably preserved and reasonably priced, housed in an environment that may not be as lavish as a department store, but definitely an area that is committed to recycling goods and providing for the disadvantaged. Second-hand stores are my melting pots of creativity, embodying a retrospective flare, a diverse fashion, and, above all, a conscientious heart.