FROM GRACE TO GRASS

Fitted in fitting suits

With shiny shoes

And smooth hands

On his very own land,

His covetousness leads him to the shores of whiteness

His dreams have always been to surpass the surpasser

But now like a donkey, his calloused hands holding alien machete,

His tattered clothes shredded by unfriendly thorns,

His bruised face scratched by handless soldier thorns

And his pride, squashed by two dirty white stones

Leave him dry, leave him robbed

There is no way back, no way forward

All he can think of is he has travelled this far

From grace to grass.

Tags #AFRICAN POETRY., #GHANAIAN POETRY, #MIGRATION, AFRICAN LITERATURE, FEELING OF BELONGING, GHANAIAN LITERATURE, POETRY.

By amoafowaa

Just a simple Ghanaian trying to find the best in our society. I may be fun, I may be interesting, I may be funny, I may even be foolish or intelligent, but it is all based on the mood in which you find yourself. I believe our minds make us who we are. Know that, pain, no matter its 'unbearability', is transient. Unburden or delight yourself for a while in my writings please. And all corrections, advice and opinions are welcome. Know that you are the king, queen or royal on this blog. :)

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