SINNER

Last updated on August 18, 2020

We all are

Sinners

One way or another,

Then, why?

Point finger

Chanting

Foul grace,

I’m my own being

Crumbling

Learning

From the mistakes pronounced,

The glares

The taunts

The mistreatment

You hound,

I might

Erased

A smile

Pounded fists

Into someone

Multiple times

Might be handcuffed

Served jail time,

But, you are no

One to shout,

You as sinner

As I count.

Moulded

Me into one,

Now

I’m sinner of

Sinners

Wearing the crown.