My live,
On TikTok,
Number of haters,
Donning their crosses,
Chose to come into my live
Shouting the religion,
On my uncaring ears,
When no one fell down and offered them alms,
They turn to the trump lovers I knew they were,
Then out of their mouths I became a f*****,
Ruffians and bullies are who they are,
They wouldn’t know man they called Jesus,
Yahweh if he sat down next to them,
The man that became the one they called Jesus,
Was a pauper,
A traveling bard,
Peacemaker,
A lover of mankind,
Yahweh starved to honor his father,
Showing his love of his father,
That kind of sacrifice the young people that were in my live last night would not understand,
Had few cloths,
My beliefs and who I am are not questionable or up for grabs for anyone,
I know who I am,
Keep your Bibles,
This is not a place for me to hear what you think and then to be sore at,
This is where I do business,
I have known on few with your hearts,
Rhose are truly believed that the man of love walked the Earth,
My grandma Lottie Henrietta Starkey Bittinger,
My great-granddad Robert Heike,
My mom Marian Dolores Bittinger Heike(it did nothing to protect her or me from my older sister)
Harriet Ryan Duggan,Juliet Ryan,Beatrice Fahey,Beatrice Reagan,Loretta Ryan,Gramma Ferring,Else Haas,Mildred Marsdon,Mary Florence Jean Ryan Fitzgerald,Father Don Duggan,Vonnie White,Mary Ann Schulte,Ellye Klenski,Don and Mary Klaukee, Don Angel,Agnes Kleeman Heike my other grandma, my sister of choice Ruth her new roommate Mary Kay.
There was a librarian or two who didn’t care I was gay and still posting my poetry in the library. Jean Huffey. Mrs Fiet my fifth grade teacher. Aunt Clarion and Wava and my neighbor Teresa. and a few young men I’ve met along the way like Jessy Fury,
The first day I met Teresa I had taken out of town and she bought me lunch at dairy Queen which is one of my favorite places. The young girl served our drinks on a carry out thing. They are flimsy at best.
I knew she shouldn’t do it she had no clue what she was doing. The server hands this tray drink thing with our drinks to me and of course it tips.
She didn’t tell me this right away. Teresa told me a week later week I had totally surprised her. She didn’t think that was possible anymore for someone to surprise her like that.
I had said nothing. I just broke out laughing. I was covered from my neck to my stomach and pop and malt. And I just laughed.
Teresa told me she didn’t expect that from me she expected me to yell and scream and swear.
I was surprised at Teresa . I said what would be the point she just learning accidents happen. She told me it was then she knew I’d be a good friend. Teresa reminds me of a Baptist Minister I met once. The lady was in her sixties and I was working at Mount Rushmore.
She had a black beaded hat on her head. The little minister she was outstandingly beautiful black woman. She said I had a blessed spirit. stood up in our dining room the mountain room at Mount Rushmore. As she rose and then she stopped cuz she’s she was much smaller than me and shorter.
The little minister said I wanted all my life to be minister, I raised my children bury my husband. This gift knew now or never that now she was being called.
She asked me if I mind did she bless me. I figured if I close my eyes no one would see it and it would be okay. so right dab in the middle of the dining room and mountain room at Mount Rushmore the little brand new Baptist minister bless me. I had already had my vision quest I knew who I was I was Val Whitewolf.
So I never share this story. I shared the story with my boss he left and said will you do need a vacation. I have always seen it as a special occasion and not a laugh. so I never share the story this is why I am.
No matter where we are and we’re driving down the road Teresa my neighbor will start to pray and offer of a prayer wherever she is I like her courage. when she is with me I feel silly blessing myself as I go by the Catholic Church so I do it silently without my hand I don’t want her to think anyway lot of timers non-catholics hate Catholics.
Val Whitewolf 