Mother-God

I am a sinner; my mother taught me so,

And for God to forgive me,

I must quit my prideful mind,

Become senseless and blind,

For God to be my reason and eyes.

My mother taught me that

If I want God not to rage against me,

I must give up on what is mine

For others to use and command,

While I express gratitude with lies.

She taught me that

My stubborn, sinful ways make me into

A shameful inconvenience

For decent traditional families

Upon which God smiles.

My mother also taught me

That God will damn me to hell

If I dare to accept kindness from a friend

And to feel worthy of a love

That she can’t supervise and approve.

I can’t follow my mother’s teachings;

I feel sick every time I do so.

And if that makes Mother-God rage against me,

There is only one option left:

To grow shiny, black wings like Lucifer’s

And fly high and free away from her.