As I find myself unable to sleep because my sister have fallen asleep in her room with her radio blaring, SMH. I look at the clock, it is 5:00 a.m. I finally got up, turned on the television and decided to go through some of my old poems. And OMG, I came across this one poem that I had written while I was living in one of my most snareful, sinful lust. I won't tell you exactly what my sinful act was (smiling as I make that statement), but I can laugh about it now. Any rate, I decided to share this poem. Enjoy.

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It is a sin I was told.

Hmm, I pause for a minute as I gave thought about those eerie words.
A sin? I thought, how does that makes me feel?
A friend of mine often jokes about making difficult decisions by saying, “Pick your poison”.
As I ponder over this matter, I realized that we all are sinners.
There is no way around it.
Some sin more than others.
Either way, God has delivered this evil spell upon all of us due to our first parents’ lack of commitment and devotion.
I did not choose this way of living.
Rather, it encroached its ugliest upon me and gave birth to my imperfect soul, while imprisoning me into a lifelong string of crime.
Crime? Yes, a crime.

But have we not all have been sentenced to the same offense?
I paused for a second and laughed on the inside, which I am sure, it reflected itself as my lips started to curve as I looked into her eyes.

Continuing with my thoughts, I say to myself, some habits I am able to fight off.
Others, I revisit from time to time.
Yet, according to this woman, I have committed a crime.
A crime? Yes, a crime.
But what she failed to realize is that it is MY CRIME, which I have not opposed upon her.

Either way, it's MY CRIME.
Whether it's engraved in my heart in such a way that I have no control over it.
Or, it’s a choice, which I cannot resist the temptation from craving for it.
It is still my POISON, my crime.