(first poem i wrote when i started poetry seriously)

                   Am sorry

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.



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