“No way sideways
No way forward
Certainly can’t go backwards
I must hang in the sky
To be visible to the world”
That has become the only codification for shining
“No smooth way to hang in the sky
No smooth way to stand in the sunlight that throws rays of satisfaction
No smooth way to have tongues wagging in reverence
No smooth way to live heavenly
I have to make a human staircase
Climbing the unclimbables, walking on heads regardless of the sores
In fact, the sorer the better
As the louder the wince of pain the many eyes will turn”
That is the school of society.
Who wants to be the one with the sore head?
Who wants to be the door mat forever?
We all came from wombs with clean slates
It is your fashion which holds our hands to write the good, the bad and the ugly
Yet you scream your disgust at every scripting
It is amazing how I am part of the whole
It is amazing how you are part of the whole
It is amazing how we are all part of the whole
Yet scream at ourselves when we each have slates,
Slates with hidden codifications which will pop up some day for a massive appreciation,
Than the one you are doing now on some others.
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2014.