I Will Tell God Poem by Emmanuel Owusu Ansah

I
A clot of blood I was in a manhood I never knew.
For his pleasure's sake; travelled from Walawale
to Kokompe; there a woman he knew.
Such in a hurry that they slipped the condom.
In a flashy moment, I had my freedom.
A lot of us though, but selection was random.
The radar on my mark and I aren't a phantom.



II
Moons passed after their selfish desires.
But they seem full of smiles.
Baba; a jobless drunkard and Ama;
a petty trader who lived apart in miles.
A phone call to each other they can't even afford.
Yet in her fertile womb, I had bud.
And hoping she was not going to forget;
When her lover's manhood had erect.
Aiming at her, promising she wasn't going to regret.
Her stomach protruded in front of her,
But a swollen stomach she complained; to curb her fear.




III
The fear of a pregnancy with so many plights;
Questioned and dipped in a deeper height of frights.
A devastated pregnant mother;
A runaway father;
An innocent, yet unfortunate baby daughter.
Cursed I felt; on her knees she knelt.
Away she flew;
Her destination; nobody knew.
In a cold night on a mound,
Wrapped in a cold blanket I was found.
I was alone;
In a world that was never my own




IV
Society never cared!
On the street I lived but they only starred!
A meaningless life with my vision blurred.
So, a couple of my look alike I had with me paired.
Was it our fault to be born onto the street?
With not so much to give to feed our teeth!
Who dares answers?
As we are outcomes of selfish desires;
We begged for food, yet denied of even stones.
Water to quench our thirst,
but washed us with insults in different pitch of tones.

V
Like a dirty road, we are like stains;
Beaten and washed by the rains,
Into the drains,
Along with our unexpressed pains.
Hunger kills, but to steal;
To us means to heal!
"Where do we call home? ! "
"That stall we hide under after our roam"
Yesterday was too gloomy.
So, he forced his hands under my pants.
I screamed! yet no one heard my rants.

VI
Today, you hold me captive;
Because I am thief.
Pass on your judgement,
And I won't hold any resentment.
Better to visit my grave;
Than to live in this mysterious cave,
Where no hand is coming to save.
But when I close my eyes and journey to eternity,
I will tell God how you ignored your responsibility,
I will tell God how innocent souls could not be in conformity,
I will tell God how I came to this world without my permission,
And left without yet my permission.
I shall tell THEE! So, thou should wait for thy redemption!