One poem

Atuhairwe Agrace Mugizi

Me Too


When you no longer have
the luxury of hope, you learn
that life is a choice
for the living and death
is a sanctioned transition
to another void.

Yesterday I confessed my sins to the priest
and in between slid in one act
where he featured as the Grim Reaper
who graced the pulpit with his filth
after staining me in scarlet
and fogging my journey
to heaven.

I am learning that forgiveness
is a luxury.

Cover image: Women in Sorrow, a painting by Imre Amos, public domain, via Wikimedia Commons