I am that being that is cursed
To live life that many have rehearsed
I’m there to be taken
In trouble to be forsaken
Carrying all the problems like a cow on its way to the abattoir.
I’m that being that is cursed
Never ever must my voice be heard
I must act like the snail
And be made a parcelled mail
And be sent to the one who can bid the highest.
I am that being that is cursed
Living life of the cursed
I’m told: “like chicks follow their mothers
And never follow their fathers
I have to act like a hen and not a cock”.
Well I have news to be heard
And it must be voiced
I won’t be the parcelled mail
I’ll act like a hen but I’ll task the cock to sail
When the floods decide to have that fight.
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2014.
