Worries Of The Born Again Poem by Elorm Dogbo

I always tell God,
I want to bury my past
Nightmare—being bad
Pulled its head fast.

How I wish some sins
Were more severe than others
So that my little deeds
Would be overlooked by others.

Observers say I am a dreamer
And would never fit in
I try always to be better
But end up falling.

I pray for my brothers
To give up the bottles
And fast for my sisters
To never remain sex models.

How I would have preferred
If people accepted me as I am
Because I am not prepared
Change what I want to become.