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,
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.
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2014.