(first poem i wrote when i started poetry seriously)
In my customs am not supposed
To go down on my knees
And hit my forehead on the ground
And beg for forgiveness from a woman
But, there are times when a wise man
Have to kneel in secret and ask for forgiveness
I cannot endure it
For the sun to come down and beat me
For the rain to come down and drench me
But at least my tears will be lost in the rain
Will it drown me?
Or will it comfort me to sleep?
I will sob till my breath seizes
And till Asaase Yaa decline my saltless tears.