In this day and age
When civilization has made all duplicates on this stage
And cross breeding is no new adage
Who cares about the deep inked page?
When all colours have some colour gauge?
In this modern era
When many pray for the ears of Selah
Who wants to chew only the house fowl in a cooler?
When there are different blends and genes breed at just a caller?
Certainly that must be the faller
In this current trend
When everybody finds a new friend
In things of married brains and sees them as the ‘trend’
Who wants to stop the blend
By mouthing his tribal purity and claiming no bend?
We are a mixture
We are a mixture of the mixed
We are on a stage filled with the mixture of the mixed mixture
We are the mixture of the mixed mixture
So let’s acknowledge ourselves.
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © 2014.