I can lie here on my bed
Fighting fair with few words
This does not mean I am afraid
Bring your cutlass, bring your gun
If I could only get my words across
Destroying my body erases them not
There’s no way my words will rot
Until eternity they’ll ring in your head
Then who wins?
Who loses?
That is how powerful words are
So learn to battle fairly for yourself.
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © 2014.
Just a simple Ghanaian trying to find the best in our society. I may be fun, I may be interesting, I may be funny, I may even be foolish or intelligent, but it is all based on the mood in which you find yourself. I believe our minds make us who we are. Know that, pain, no matter its 'unbearability', is transient. Unburden or delight yourself for a while in my writings please. And all corrections, advice and opinions are welcome. Know that you are the king, queen or royal on this blog. :)
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