Culturally Constructed.

I’m not ashamed to admit that I’m a Christian, but you don’t need to be in the pew every Sunday to know that there’s something wrong in this country when my son is at home crying all alone on the bathroom floor cause he’s hungry and the only way to feed him is to sleep with a man for a little bit of money and his daddy’s gone somewhere smokin rock now, in and out of lockdown, I ain’t got a job now.