Baptist Cult-ure

A little late night PTSD poetry: Baptist Cult-ure by Megan Benninger My voice, my light, It’s your kryptonite. You love the dark, You love your privacy. Tell them not to gossip, Don’t destroy unity, One-on-one meetings, “Follow Matthew 18.” Your deceit, your game As you manipulated me, Gave you power and fame, But it was …

My Husband Told Me So (An  original  verse of wisdom by Megan)

Once upon a time my Facebook feed was filled with many Pretty pics of family and witty memes aplenty. But then I shared a point of view that set my friends afire; I hardly could conceive the controversy that transpired. I labored to explain my thoughts and never to offend. Alas, a few could not decipher what …