The centipede coils to protect
The cobra stiffens, prepares and listens to harm detect
The dog shows its fangs to hurt notion correct
I am no centipede, cobra nor dog
So I must go through the blindfolding fog
Of the human anatomy in order to myself protect
Let my queerness pass
Penetrate not through my wings
Just be, and be in tune as I’ll be
To co habit without friction
Life is care and care accommodates
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2014.
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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