I WILL

Love, 

I have been quiet, noisy

Foolish, and even suicidal

Just to get your attention

But it seems it makes you all the more furious

 

Let the chicken dance like an antelope

To the hawks, it will still be seen as meat

 

I see the monstrous hands you kneel to

The ears which listens not, but you still speak into

The eyes which look not your way butyou  try to please

And I wonder what it is that I have not

 

So love,

You can give it to me

That poison, and I’ll end it all

The presence you hate so much,

The deeds you deem unnecessary

Whatever you hate, I’ll let it go

 

To pave way for you

To freely chase the body that needs you not

At least, your being in my position

Will be a relief in the cold fridge.

    Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2014