In hazy thoughts I lie
All my holes crying with filth
I feel for you who sees it all
While hating on you who tests my faith
The eyes flow tears
The skin rains sweat
The nose grinds phlegms
The rear soils clothes and shame sits only in my thoughts
Is this an ailment or a bout?
Is it just an attack or chronic?
Will I see the sun or moon tomorrow?
Will I feel the air and hear the birds?
Whatever it is, just be a bit gentle
For the watcher
And this sufferer
It is not a choice but this shame exceeds the pain.
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2014.
Mum Cee 