This thought for I have sinned.
My mothers warns against my skin.
Her lies coursing through my veins controlling my moves.
I weep in pews and pray.

I scar myself until blood spews.
Angry at the life I did not choose.
I continue to live for my mother,
Who lied to me and scarred me like no other.

No unclean thoughts, no tainted movements.
I live a life behind a wall unaware of the choosing I have.

Any thoughts, any words that are deemed disrespectful.
I flog myself until I come clean.
Until I have felt I served for my sins.
Until my body shows the turmoil my mind carries.

This is what it means to atone.