It’s a pity
It’s a pity that you see me as a woman
It is a grave pity that you see me as a woman
And see yourself as a woman
I wish that you could think of me as a man
In your womanly mind
I wish you can change your mind and see me rightly as a woman
In the mind of a man
And not see me as a woman sees a woman
I wish we were in the 12th century
Where people knew no attraction of sameness
Where what is on you attracted you not on others
I lament in vain
I cry in vain
Because some societies back you
Though I respect your decision
I loathe your trait that attracts me
Let us part here
Your way being right and my way being right
Let’s bury this wound cowardly
By seeing the last of eachother from today.
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2014.