SAVE THE LAUGHTER FOR LATER

Are you laughing

Because you are pretty and sitting

As the general factotum

Is given the ultimatum

To do your bidden

Or risk being beaten and ridden

Like a horse?

It becomes pitiable and sorrowful

When the fool thinks herself wonderful

Even when the world sees her foolery.

Look carefully

And picture her in your clothes.

She was not caught in a burglary,

She was wooed a princess

At her words every meeting held for recess

Her pretty nails could be seen shining in a mile

She could command for him to go dip in the Nile

Or even taste bile

If you know not your end

Look into the mirror, I’m sure she’ll lend

Her cleaning and wailing is your reflection

A reflection of you in a future which is waiting

And your beautiful picture is the nightmare you’ll have

A nightmare which will hunt you to your grave.

    Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2014