I
You say you’re rich
So you call me a bitch
Because you can afford many
Well, guess what, you aren’t getting any
Not from me
II
You treat your earthly vehicle like trash
While asking her daughters to hush
Then you tell me,
You want to board my ship, sweetie,
You aren’t getting any, not from me…
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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