“What beauty!
The worldly materials they fancy
I must be among
So I can also belong”
Now I see my mistake
I sold my freedom
For materials I cannot take
When I enter the pores of the earth
I have been tied with ropes of demands
Which tightens at my failure
Where is that freedom
Which gave me wings
To soar, joke and sleep?
I am now like a dog
Serving a rude master
Who makes me the cynosure of eyes
But whips with unreasonable demands
In the darkness of his chambers
Where I spend most of my time
Now that I watch, what did I covet?
Riding to walking?
Flying to riding?
Fashionable to tattered?
Being watched to watching?
Did my desire think of the aftermath?
I’m broken
My hands are red soaked
By souls whose weight I bear
What wouldn’t I do to force
The legs of time backwards?
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © 2014
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