I am in a desert town Standing on the mountaintop alone Lonely growing up in a too-big house seeing the world from behind the smeared glass of a tour bus while an automated voice drills in objective truths about culture about what the Other's color of skin makes them.
Being told to give money because God said so Being told my daddy up in heaven loved me whether he showed up or not and I had to just believe and obey Him.
I'd rather turn away from that sunny desert sky, because it burns I'd rather jump off the bus so I could stop feeling so **** sick and forget about what the color of my skin makes me. I'd rather not live to serve a god I don't know and never met and a family who has never met me.
To be called a fellow person rather than a tourist or patron. Because I know what it is to be patronized.