ON social sites
smart women
pew the old men,
their old, tried and weary
followers, loyal wives
into disgruntled believers
men could be so powerful,
says the smart women,
finding fault in every page
of history, every effort
of would-be trained preachers
in whatever silly methods may
have been or still be.
It seems trashing the white
men and their pious goings,
earnest as they most likely
were, odd or pointed to women,
overbearing, over-stepping the jewels—;
It seems wrong to trash
these fathers and old men;
wrong to trash the submissive
women wrestling in the Spirit
to obey what they believed they must.
Making white trash, as sepulchers
with dead men's bones, is
no way to swirl our skirts
and strengthen our hands,
our minds, no way to encourage
our hearts that today, our men
would be any different,
same as they are—Men,
following after God's will;
falling however their lives
may.