“Come to me all ye that are weary and are heavy laddened
And I will give you rest”
So I go to Him not as a being,
As a woman
The strict abbess tries her hardest
To test the genuineness of the decision,
I remained my readless self and sailed through
Little did I know
It is His bait;
Stand under my shadow
As a woman
And let me taunt you with my perfect of creations of me,
How trappy!
At His every calling,
They troupe in their perfections
As I hide in caves of clothes
With only my eyes as a watch
I thought I’d be hidden like an anchorite
I am His decorative tool
What is an emotionally starved mortal to do?
I am a tigress, I know
A tigress who has sworn never to eat meat
And to only eat you the unseen meat
Please stop dangling juicy ones in my air
Or please be your unseen self
And feed me in anonymity.
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © 2014.
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