DFA Writes

They wear their

wide-brimmed hats

painted on faces

gloves pulled tight

panty-hose with all the laces

judgement on their minds

fake smiles, sayin “Amen!”

Louder than the pastor

when for them

its him they’re after

Breasts bubbling out of tight tops

and Vicki’s Secrets that SHOULD be kept

Gray heads in french rolls

highlighter and Bible in hand

Aint worried about the scripture

Just who’s taking who’s man

Shame to see what its come to

looking across all the pews

It’s church folks all around you

And most of em’ are bad news

Gossip thrives like a hungry child

Plastered to momma’s chest

a place full of empty birds that never left the nest

slanted eyes and trifling tongues

ready to attack your pride

but behind fake smiles

and “hey babies”

These church people hide