Even 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
A bloody hatchet in hand
This poem is written my cousin, ESTHER BOKUMA, a student of the University for Development Studies, Tamale campus
