When you say that
my mother has no taste
that my father has no name
that my family has no social register
no money to speak of
no house picture perfect
that i am from nowhere
doing nothing
being no one
and saying silence
i do not share a pew with your people at church
you are seeing me as
an embryo
a poor choice
a victim of some unkind fate
a child of no one
someone who does not
do what you do
who is not you
who does not spend money as you do
who has no litany of Abercrombie, Fitch, and Gap
who does not mouth the words and
keep pretending
do you allow me to share your God ?
