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

By amoafowaa

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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