I was born a preacher's daughter.

It was confusing and alienating.

My peers would shield me from their blue jokes,

saying, "don't let her hear that, she's a preacher's daughter."

My father would say that I "kicked against the goads,"

since I could be passionately stubborn.

I felt like I was living under a microscope,

with distinct expectations from my family and friends.

I would hide under my bed

to feel a moment alone.

I guarded and nurtured my inmost being,

keeping it hidden, without judgement.