PK

I am a PK/a preacher's kid, a pastor's kid, a previously viewed under
expectation in some church people's opinion/I am the product of sofa
side church services, a survivor of living room tent meetings/leaving
for school with oil from the horn of Moses dripping from my forehead
and a sore neck from her violent spiritual convulsions/I am Friday all
night prayer, Thursday night youth group, Tuesday evening choir
rehearsals, and three time dope on Sundays/I am the potential
spirituality of my parental prophetic positioning carried low under
the weight of high-minded biblical interpretations/groomed for
succession irrespective of my personal aspirations/I am the rumors in
the mouth of sister so & so and tightly bound hugs in the arms of
Mother White/the son of my father's jazz-fusion and the perceived
apple of my mother's ministerial eye/the pause in reaction to my
grandfather's bishop stare and gentle words in the smile of my
grandmother/a preacher's kid reduced down to a single definition, a
one dimensional reflection of my fears/I could never walk away cuz I
can never get out/I was trained to be planted by the rivers of water
and fought for the right of irrigation/pivot ministries was the pre
ordained ministerial occupation/but my face was set like flint & my
back in perpetual slide/cuz never would I conjure verbs and nouns in
phrases behind pulpits for oracle's of God/a preacher's kid and I'm
slanging my special brand of gospel message