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.
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