Like stainless skies
Every being is born without a blemish
We fall from birth into ignorance
…with abundance of opinions
Some trashy
…others great
Days help us sift the good
…through knowledge seeking
Until we reach near perfection
And are able to note that labels
…are for uncouth and lazy learners
II
We grow
…through our mistakes
We rise
…through our fall
We change
…through the taste of our bad practices
We are like roasted corn
…on a mesh on fire
Gradually turning edible for all mouths
Consider the mesh as our chances
And the fire as our will
III
Judgement of the sins we’ve discarded
…falls below the humane belt
For fallibility is a human trait
Only the unchanging deserves the chains of judgement
…in unpopular arrest
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © September 23, 2019
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