I’m either very conservative
or extremely progressive—
depending on which
day of the week
you can catch me.
Conservative in the sense that
if you come for the children
I will come for you.
Don’t you dare try keep them
from Jesus or seek to
“hurry them on their way.”
Progressive in the sense that
I believe in women preachers
and the power of circuit riders;
you won’t pigeonhole this chick.
Speaking of which,
I also like chickens.
(They are funny and random.)
But I really relate more
to wild horses or maybe
even wild donkeys.
Donkey, like the one
who saved Balaam’s own.
I believe his name was
“Jack.”
Donkey, who had so much
value to offer once
he dropped his stick
and started to listen.
But God saw the plight
of the donkey and
checked the mad prophet.
The “Proverbs 31” woman
used to depress me,
but now I realize she
is more empowered
than a modern-day
feminist.
That lady’s praised for
participating in the bliss of
both entrepreneurship and
domesticity.
Less of a woman
for neither.
“Helpmate” must be equal,
or she isn’t good for anything.
Different she may be,
but that’s what makes
her special.
Man and woman—
perfect foils.
I’m either very conservative
or extremely progressive—
depending on which
day of the week
you can catch me.
Don’t kick a man
when he’s down
in front of me.
Don’t kick this
woman either;
she’s a bit scrappy.
I’m either very conservative
or extremely progressive—
depending on which
day of the week
you can catch me.
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