"…but I’m a Sister too."
I sit in silence on the pew watching those who come and go
I see the families, moms and dads, the kids all running to
and fro
I watch the ladies who are talking just outside the chapel
doors
I see young men in shirts and ties all looking like they’re
fairly bored.
But watching them I barely see, a man comes up to talk to
me.
He says my name, extends his hand, and shakes mine firmly
like a man
He tells me how he’s doing and he asks what in my life is
new
I just say something trite and try to keep from looking at
my shoes.
He smiles and pats me on the back to show me that he really
cares
But I can’t help but feel the situation I’m in isn’t fair.
It’s not his fault he only sees, the shirt and tie that
define me
But I wish that he only knew, he’s talking to a Sister too.
After church I see the same two women talking in the hall.
Apparently there is a charity drive at the local mall.
I want to know more so I ask if it’s okay if I attend?
They smile politely and they say this isn’t something that’s
for men.
It’s hard hold back how I feel, I just cannot believe its
real
But I wish that they only knew, they’re talking to a Sister
too.
