I know I am obsequious. 
No, I pretend to be obsequious 
That does not mean that I am not susceptible to inhuman treatments 
Yes, I have to be obsequious 
In order to feed 
But that does not make me less of a human seed 
For I have the feelings 
Yes, the feelings you have 
To be venerated 
I have the feelings 
To all unfair treatments repudiate 
But I stop to think of my solar plexus 
Now get a dictionary! 
Have you ever stopped to think as a human, the story behind the silence? 
Have you ever looked beyond the broom, the mop and the rags? 
Have you ever pried as to how I stand before your eyes disgusting and shameless? 
It has been years of suppression! 
Years of personal robbery! 
Years of pain and torment! 
Years of curses and humiliations! 
I wanted to be a Professor. 
I, too, wanted to be a professor! 
Moving closer to my dreams, 
Many held my collar and passed 
Leaving me hanging. 
I was robbed of my virtue severally 
In the darkness of the night under unholy skies 
An un-befitting treatment for the gentle me, 
While many looked on obviously pleasuring in my crisis. 
Yes, many looked on, crushing every bit of self worth left. 
Happening over and over again I left the end of the rope 
And with a little living hope came to be subdued. 
But you have gone too far, 
Sucking the little life with the look in your eyes, 
With the language of your body, 
And with the words from your mouth. 
This hardened body is also made of blood. 
This hardened body, is also made with skin. 
This hardened body has also a heart 
That yearns to be respected, 
That yearns to be recognized, 
And yearns to have a day’s rest. 
Now take your broom 
For I will leave your room 
And in my head, all my life zoom 
Like recapitulations in a film, 
I will mourn myself, 
And rest this body forever. 
This, I finally deserve. 
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2013. 

By amoafowaa

Just a simple Ghanaian trying to find the best in our society. I may be fun, I may be interesting, I may be funny, I may even be foolish or intelligent, but it is all based on the mood in which you find yourself. I believe our minds make us who we are. Know that, pain, no matter its 'unbearability', is transient. Unburden or delight yourself for a while in my writings please. And all corrections, advice and opinions are welcome. Know that you are the king, queen or royal on this blog. :)

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