Says the voice I hear
In my head from those
Awful days in Catholic School,
When I faced mean nuns
In the office for whatever
Prank I had done,
And all these years later
She claims forgiveness
Even though she’s not god.
And what I’ve done is
More than some mere prank,
She dressing me down
Like no nun could ever do,
Leaving me defenseless
With no excuse
My dog did not eat
My homework,
My grandmother can’t die
More than the nine times
I claimed she did,
I stand alone in her court,
She, the queen who
Passes judgement on me,
Pardoning me for my grave sings
Before banishing me
Forever from her life,
Guilty as charged,
She could have beheaded me,
The way a praying mantis
Might after making love,
Cast out of Eden for aching
For her forbidden fruit,
Or out of Heaven,
The way god did satan,
Never to look on her
Good graces again.
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