Blame Trap Poem by Okello Baloyi

Tears rolled down as I held the first born who was supposed to be mine, I thought it was a blessing since the thunder stroked left and right, but it appears the Lord was warning me, and I was tryna do right.

After spending for years and being a father, the kid suffered a rare disease and I should donate my blood, funny how it didn't match while the doctor demanded the real father of the child.

In the white room, tears started flowing, as my mind started to generate criminal ideas and I was no saint, but I didn't act on it, the mother looked at me as if I was the one to be blamed and she walked away