Open doors and warm hugs,
Helping strangers at the grocery store,
All are welcome for Sunday dinner.
The perfect Southern family.
But it's all an act,
I see it now.
False cheer and merriment,
Hiding behind your Christian attitudes.
You don't accept all,
You don't approve of all.
You don't approve of me.
I don't fit in,
I'm not like you.
And so I'm made the outcast.
The family member grudgingly acknowledged,
The one forgotten, ignored, left out
Until my presence is needed.
There is no love lost anymore,
That was gone long ago.
So why do we keep pretending?
Or is this what it truly means
To be a part of
The perfect Southern family?
