CLOTHING OF SHAME

There is yam on the roasting board

Acting now as the celebrity of shame

Many eyes shine in mouth attraction

As it employs huge ears to fit its seams

What is the importance when it is the seams of shame?

 

I wish she knows she isn’t the first

There was a time when the happy face from that tall man

Grimaced under the whips of shame

There was a time when those clapping hands

Clenched their fists in annoyance

There was a time when those happy teeth

Grinded like an old corn mill

There was a time when this happy tongue

Folded in horrible anguish

 

 

Even boiling water from the fire cools,

The hot taste of pepper on the tongue

Leaves in time through the door of no return,

The pains of motherhood are easily forgotten

Storms subside after its wild travels

So what is shame on a stage for thousands?

Like thoughts of ghosts, they exist in thoughts

Which can resist for itself to desist from trauma

So they all resisted and are free to be audience

 

All she needs is to get up, dust up,

Spray her goodness

And she’s as good as new

I hope she knows that.

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © 2014

 

This poem is for those going through rough patches, patches of shame, betrayal etc. All I want to say is that, you’re the subject just for today, a few more hours and another will succeed, so live your life.