beads

I got a tattoo
grandma called it taboo
she's into voodoo
so she's a sinner too
mama don't look at me
I got it from you
it's hard to be clean
 so much blood on my genes
washed in it
like washed linen
went to church but couldn't
shout it out
what the hell is
the preacher talking about
sounds like he's having
an asthma attack
 get that man some water
he seems possessed
make that holy water
infused with holy oil
put it on the stove
let it boil
turn it into a pot of
olive oil
sale it by the jar
like the widows son
went to catholic school
I hate a nun
caused me so much misery
in the school of wizardry
I remember it vividly
in 3D the holy trinity
The reverend mother
was no got damn deity
she wasn't divine
she wasn't even fine
she had too much hostility
it was instilled in me
and still in me
if I burn in hell
oh well it's all on me
carved in my skin
in Indian ink