AMBITION’S BAIT, GREED’S MEAL

They took my pride

Before my mother became a bride

Something about the fair sex being used to settle some debts

So I was veiled on my first cry,

Veiled for one who has lived all his life in greed

He saw me walking,

Saw me talking,

Saw me easing,

On my dirty undies,

He saw me whining,

And bought me sweet things.

He threw me into the air

And giggled at my fascination

But that bushy thoughts of plucking my future fruits was rooted

Deep in the abyss of his dark heart.

Now the oranges in my living room are shooting

The mattress in my chamber are gathering

At the sight of a breath taker, I am whisked into this dungeon of darkness

To be groomed to be a groom of a groom who has no grooming

Heaven must have no fair sex

Heaven must be unfair

How can I be chained by what was given not chosen?

How can I be a debt settler by virtue of my nature?

Need I a stick, flat chest and a deep voice?

Need I an attitude, huge hands and a beard?

Talking into a cave which echoes sympathy into my own ears,

SPEAKING into

A cave whose ears are closed is but a mad man’s job, oh, a mad woman

My fate has been written

I am greed’s meal

I have always been ambition’s bait

A bait society supports

Thank you audience of emptiness

Your patronage has been highly noted

Now go in peace as I sit in piece

Waiting for he who has waited a lifetime to barge into my little me.

By amoafowaa