Excited, I felt the pangs of passions
Anxious, I yearned for thoughts of favour
Loving, I waited for the angelic verdict
But in he came with a plan to have
And hold firm another flower in bloom
Oh God!
And I felt dirty in gentle thoughts
II
How odd
I could have shrugged it off
How odd
I could have guttered the thoughts
But being dirty in gentle thoughts
Smelt suffocation
Smelt pain
Smelt hell
And I sought clearly to be well
III
Why are they mostly like that?
Like dirty water in slippery gutter
They sail dragging piety in their dirt
They pass caring not about wails in derail
Women are Woes Of Menace and End-Stars
Sad, so sad
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2015