Parallel

Church Club

there’s a type of dance for joy
one not unique to a girl or boy

an amount that comes with a crown
to be shared in an envelope in brown

there’s an outfit that is unique to wear
a type of happiness that leaks a tear

there’s an oppressed waiting to see
how long more until you have to flee

there’s a cheerleader with a sound
with shoulders that won’t touch the ground

there’s a God that’s up in the sky
a demi-god whose route is to ply

there’s a sinner whose faith is loud
and another saint whose mouth is a cloud

Tomide Abdul