To believe in myself

I need what Christians need to believe in god

A voodoo figure I can stick with pins

Whose skin I can cut with whips

Whose head I can crown with thorns.

Digging towards the bone

to prove I am as real as Tutankhamen. 

This is the cross I bear

Along the path I live.

This is my cross and when I tire

I will climb on it

To forgive myself.