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Nomad woman Exhibition

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I’m tired of the charade of “church”

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Im tired of the charade that guises under the umbrella of “church” seemingly the last place you will find “love” these days, where your light, you fuel, with bellows you keep alight yet still the “church” constantly dim. You pray, you cry, you dance, you sing, no matter what you do, if you dare to be different and not conform, you get persecuted from the very ones who dine with you!! Alas, the usual response, the familiar response, skilfully used by the rod of abuse. Blame shifting, quote a scripture, blame the victim, justify your action. Cite an example from the assemblage of books. Judas, Brutus, betrayal, what do you expect, etc, etc
I’m tired of the charade that guises under the umbrella of “church” where love stands at the door and knocks!
© Lara Rose 25/11/16


I do not know …

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I don’t know what is wrong with me so I don’t know how to fix me.
I don’t know who I am or where I belong in order to find the tribe of people who will completely and unconditionally accept and understand me.
From church organisations, educational institutions to musical or artistic explorations;
From African visitations, family expectations to globetrotting expeditions;
Historical lectures of torturous pasts, stories and tales of glorious kingdoms don’t last;
I still don’t know what is wrong with me, so I can fix me.
Redemption promise, washed in blood,
Why blood, why so much blood?! 😞
Brown, black, beige or orange.
Eniyan dudu, eniyan pupa, kilode?
Oh, Africa, I do not know what is wrong with me, so I can fix me.
Is it my muddied dirty skin?
Is it my tangled bushy thorny hair?
Is it the unholy liason with the fathers who steal my dignity over and over again?
Is it the casting away of her daughters, oh motherland?
Are you so ashamed of me, does my visage disgust you?
I do not know what is wrong with me so I can fix me;
Is it because I pray in a foreign tongue?
Are the gods angered that I turn my back on them?
Does the god of Iron despise the god of Abraham?
Are they at war with each other?
Oh, Abba Father, how will the truth be revealed?
Oh, what is wrong with me, so I can fix me?
Don’t know who I am, what I am! Church tells me I am a child of God, a holy priesthood and such lofty ideals;
Yet still like a stranger, imposter I feel in the midst of the congregation.
Oh why, oh why, oh, be at peace for now oh troubled soul.
I do not know what is wrong with me, so I can fix me!

© Lara Rose 2016

Written as part of my end of term assignment APD Leeds Beckett university.


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Gingered Strawberries — TENDING the TABLE

Hey! Hope everyone is having a great week. I’m at lake crescent taking a much needed break from the city, kayaking, hiking and trying to teach Roux to swim. It feels like summer is really here and the farmer’s market is in full swing. Last week I picked up peas, zucchini, basil, cucumbers, peaches, and […]

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TENDING the TABLE — Discover

“I believe that our daily food choices are some of the most impactful choices we make when it comes to ethical and sustainable living.” Sasha Swerdloff’s blog showcases fresh, seasonal recipes and gorgeous food photography.

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…darkest moments…

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Galleria L’Artiste:
“…darkest moments” © Lara Rose 2016

“Darkest moments, tis a paradox, twas overcome by light, like the end of a tunnel on a bright summer day, yay darkness revealeth the smallest ember, even the most miniscule star… © Lara Rose 20/06/16


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