Her hands are not for grabs
She is the cook, the cook for all mouths
Those hands cannot be broken like the legs of crabs
They must be together for the sake of all mouths
The cook cooks and the eater eats
What is this about one wanting all her bowls?
And what is that about the other wanting the hands as seats?
Hers are the only cooking hands and there’s only a set of bowls
What will happen if greed separates them?
Obviously, your stomach will suffer and so will mine
They are there for me, you, he, she and them
Have a thought, we will gain nothing from this, not a dime!
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2014
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