“When I call,
I need you to fall”
What? Talking to me?
Like trees, we all have our thoughts
Goats don’t know the difference
Between their mothers and lovers
If you ask me, I’ll tell you
You’re no goat and I’m no mother of a goat
Neither am I anything close to its lover
Age is a number
Age is just a number they say
But that is before time tells on beings
For those with standing sex, it is easier
Those with flat earth suffer the pain
As time heaps all the truth of wrinkles on them
I’ll tell you today
I would rather laugh at the lovemaking of age and time
Even if it is to make me the victim
Than kneel at their feet begging to live to hold green hands
My decision is clear
Enjoy your energy
And let this tired limbs rest.
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2014.
2 replies on “NOT A NUMBER BUT REALITY FOR ME”
this left my mouth wide open. I’m lost for words
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