You grab the purse off the rack
like it'll save you from God.
You take the drugs at the party
since He can't really see.
You kill your feet in new heels
because your "man" said they're sexy.
You grind to the music
even though you call yourself a feminist.
You ask for Dolce glasses
after the runway girl wore them in Sports Illustrated.
You pray for salvation
even though you don't give a damn.
You wonder why you're underpriviledged
when you walk past the homeless with your coffee.
You see why I don't like you,
You call yourself, defend yourself,
as a child of God.
All your status symbols say
sweet, smart, standard, sinner.