Our Transgressions Poem by John Dadzie

Nights in the day
darkness and mistakes,
our sins like cutting grasses
pulled together by the rake.

Light up to burn in flames
under the cloak of shame,
the light in the thickest darkness
the disgrace of a woman's nakedness.

The shadow cast behind the light
as an obscene and obscure sight,
the mistakes of our past
as the iron always rust.

Just like lust
a sight we can never walk past.
Just like the night
a time we can never look at.

Our sins,
are with us as the fishes fins.