People see my gifts and abilities,
And they say,"Consider yourself lucky."
They tell me I'm lucky,
Because I believe in a God that tells me I' free,
I'm born into a family of white priority,
And I live in a country founded on equality.
Count myself lucky?
Becase I'm bounded by my gender,
Working in churches that won't let me teach theology.
"Females don't belong on stage,"
So I've been told.
I'v become a slave to their pretentious interpretation
Of a text that should be about liberation.
The church favors well-established precedent,
next to which my arguement seems irrelevant.
Yet I refuse to sit in silent submission,
Just becase we value tradition.
God has given me a passion to preach.
So I pray, and I read,
And I serve those in need.
Waiting for the day when my words will be taken seriously.
I could cut my hair,
And use a different name,
But in the end what would I gain?
I'm standing up, speaking loud, and
Fighting for change.