Victoria Nunoo

I'M A Sinner; I'M A Saint. - Poem by Victoria Nunoo

It's been 22years now; and I look upon those hills
The twin hills; that stand facing each other
The great towers that rise in full distinct of each other
The great book says I was born a sinner; man says I was born a saint
With no blemish; a little child dressed in white
Who landed all naked with a cry; a cry into an immoral world
I grew in innocence and grace; till I became eve
Yearning for a forbidden fruit
It drew me to it; it told me it was the sweetest
I believed it; I tasted it
Indeed, it had the sweetest taste
I feel bad for Adam; he didn't taste as much as I tasted
Yet he suffers a great deal
My eyes beseech these unlike hills that towers up to the heavens
The first a dump for sinners and its twin a heap for saints
I've seen Christ; I've seen the devil
I know them both; I try to belong to one
I try to be a saint; but my thoughts wouldn't allow me
Is it my thoughts that cause me to sin? Or my body
Sin is sweet; sin is pain…It is a sweet evil
Being a saint is hard…and glorious
I dream of white robes; the songs of saints
I live in the joys of the world
The loud banging music; the clubs of men and stench of beer
I dream of showing the woman I can be; and having the praises of Adam
Don't blame me Jesus…
Don't blame me devil…
I was born a sinner; I was born a saint!

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, December 18, 2012

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