shadowEven in light itself

In it’s pure, grace filled form

Is darkness

As ugly as we perceive it

Or beautiful…under pretense

But we just can’t deny it

The darkness in each and every heart

God made us pure

we can’t just tell the origin of the icky blackness

It casts its power

Spilling slowly, thick black ink

And its nudges

Us tempts…Beckoning, so appealing

“Come closer ” she says

So do not be petrified

When you see me next Tuesday

Don’t be petrified when you see me with a bloody hatchet

A bloody hatchet in hand

This poem is written my cousin, ESTHER BOKUMA, a student of the University for Development Studies, Tamale campus

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