The cost of a pronoun
Is the letter S.
Is those you thought you knew
It’s the privilege of an assumed credibility
It’s safe passage in and out of churches
And conservative circles.
The worth of a pronoun
Is the shape of a heart.
Is a smile as wide across as this red state
And “I see you, I believe you.”
It’s the privilege of fierce protection and unrelenting love.
It’s safe passage from this broken earth to God’s presence
And the circles of those who have been hurt by “his people.”
What a beautiful bargain.