American Jesus
American Jesus,
You hang,
just to the right of my
grandfather’s stone fireplace
immortalized in thick wood.
Blond Jesus, I wonder
how many more walls
you hang on.
How many lies you have told.
You speak no words,
yet you have deceived
the West.
White Jesus,
who am I to believe in you?
Was there not a
Middle Eastern man,
a poor dark-skinned man,
a carpenter,
Who did the dirty work
for you?
And still there you hang,
blue eyes immortalized
on my grandfather’s wall,
taking all the credit.
Haley Tulp
Hailey Tulp is an undergraduate pursuing a general transfer degree at Clark College. Her passion for writing began as soon as she learned how to use a pen and paper, filling her Barbie-themed notebooks with fantasy stories and schoolyard poems. Today, Hailey is an avid reader and writer and hopes to someday write a novel that would make her high school English teacher proud.