I was once a decent lady,
All the members of my organization were
No matter how nasty any member was,
She wore an apparel,
An apparel of decency before stepping out
But I know not when time and civilisation
Staged a coup, a coup to have my kingdom naked
And in the public, paraded.
The worse part is, our hands are severed on inception
We are your slaves but keep us clothed
Who walks in this world in the full glare of eyes
And opened ears of many
Wearing noisy high heels in her nakedness?
I am the head of words,
All I plead for is decorum.
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2014