flag

When the kids in my class ask why

I am not allowed to pledge to the flag

I tell them It’s against my religion but don’t say,

I am in the world but not of the world. This,

they would not understand.

Even though my mother’s not a Jehovah’s Witness,

she makes us follow their rules and

leave the classroom when the pledge is being said.

Every morning, I walk out with Gina and Alina

the two other Witnesses in my class.

Sometimes, Gina says,

Gina is a true believer. Her Bible open

during reading time. But Alina and I walk through

our roles as Witnesses as though this is the part

we’ve been given in a play

and once offstage, we run free, sing

“America the Beautiful” and “The Star-Spangled Banner”

far away from our families—knowing every word.

Alina and I want

more than anything to walk back into our classroom

press our hands against our hearts. Say,

“I pledge allegiance . . .” loud

without our jealous God looking down on us.

     Without our parents finding out.

Without our mothers’ voices

in our heads saying, You are different.

Chosen.

Good.

When the pledge is over, we walk single file

back into the classroom, take our separate seats

Alina and I far away from Gina. But Gina

always looks back at us—as if to say,

I’m watching you. As if to say,