When I lie awake in tears
And my heart speaks in only fears
Like a soldier without weapons at the war front,
I bow my head in my head and think of bolting from the human front
When stories are told of the meek
And eyes look down on the weak
Like a grass alone in the storm
I fall and bondage with the earth form
When people talk of their roots
And vow to step on lesser roots with their boots
Like a snail hiding in the shell
I dash and recoil in my shell
But now I know I am the grass
I stand alone in the stormy mass
But when the storm passes and stops in a million miles
I stand strong and I’m seen with all smiles
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2014.
Mum Cee 