In Misunderstanding

I thought long on what I might say to you,
If I had a moment to enlighten
Those old and insensitive ears
That seem to hear so very little.

What might I say to your
Questions about the "sinful" life I'm living-
Could I explain that your God is not something
I can understand or accept?

And I know that this would terrify you
Into hurried prayers on my behalf
Of forgiveness, sweet stupid totality of faith.
But never could I disrespect you

Like this.
See me as I am-
Confident in my walk, sure in my talk,
I don't need a man to make me worthy.

Mother often explains the generation you
Helped write into stone cold history.
The music, the mentality
A woman is meant to be married with children

Grabbing at her feet, breeze amongst her skirts.
Images that mean little to me,
The wearer of tidy slacks, the professional-
Guiltless trade of "Homemaker" for "Technical Facilitator".

That's me.
And you can't begin to understand me.
Easier in your need for ignorance, blind faith-
Don't bother understanding a drive for education, facts.