I am covered by the clothes of darkness
Covered as I sit in utter madness
Eyes see but ears hear more
So my voice runs to the fore
These clothes cover my weakness
This weakness of grave meekness
Which makes me a word whore
Although I have never read law
Perhaps light would reveal my sickness
A sickness which makes me feel this wrongness
A wrongness which makes me bore
Although I am no creator of a sore
Thank you beautiful clothes of darkness
For adorning me with such richness
So much so that if I even have a claw
No one thinks of breaking my jaw
Clothes of darkness thanks for the blackness
Thanks to you I am known as the Angelic voice of darkness
None has tried to your seams tore
Even though you’re the only they’ve seen me wore.
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2014
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