No Business

"Let's face it,"
(the tape's rollin)
you ain't got
no business bein'
a minister."

Where does this
recording originate
from? Go with it.

"You're hair is high
maintenance. You like
tequila shots and staying
up past midnight
(sometimes). You dance to Gaga
and aren't afraid to
employ the F bomb.
You aren't very good
at money management.
And just last month
you bought a sexy bra.
Straight up, no business."

But when I feel like
stopping the tape
I get a moment to
think for myself, from
my true self.

And then I realize
if I had a minister
I'd want her to be
able to be-bop to Gaga
to be a real human
embodied in her skin -
and hair - and
I'd want her to
express real anger
or emphasis
when necessary
with words that help
facilitate that best.

"Face it,"
my true self says
to my vulnerable innards,

"It takes some gall
to presume to be
a minister; for anyone,
anywhere.

"So claim it
the way you wear it;
you are a minister
ever occilating
on this earth
somewhere between
the sacred
and profane."