Whispers of the walls
Connive with whispers of the ground
They in turn seek the attention of the mouth of the surrounding
And scream in whispers
“Be in the dark, blend with his shadow
Shadows like yours cannot be seen
It must always act like the backing vocalist behind the screen”
What do I do when I also have a shadow that seeks
To see its height in the sun?
It is not fair
But the eyes of the earth blinks for my quietude
As the ears of the world closes to my plight
As those who pretend to listen bite with no teeth
I remain lost in his shadow
A shadow whose bearer does nothing commendable
Oh pitiable shadow of mine.
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2014
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