In a quiet neighborhood
Tucked between accountability and appearances
I live among you – the outwardly faithful
With my soccer mom SUV,
Weekly gymnastics classes,
Over-the-top birthday parties,
Picky eater battles,
Car seat wrestling,
And inevitable grocery store meltdowns.
My silent anger presses
Behind my warm, neighborly smile.
Your small talk is carefree and careless.
Would you let your bratty kid
Play with my bratty kid
If you knew I was an atheist?