I have lost my way
I saw Ama
And I didn’t know what to say
She took Yaa’s man and made her single
Could it be karma at play?
She had her lips and cheeks
Soiled with blood
And her eyes blocked
With divided whiskers of rats
Her hands disabled
With claws of a tigress
With her head covered
By alien hair
Her skin was white
With drowning blackness
Fitted in a wool which hardly
Covers any of her assets
As she stood on a mountain
Of an uncomfortable wood
Holding a sack fit to carry a being
And acting like she owned the world
I looked around and spat
Hoping to wake from the nightmare
But she told me it was the trend
And she was at her beautiful best
I’m lost
When did madness
Become beautiful?
Oh poor, poor Ama
She must have exceeded
Bonkers’ line .
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © 2014
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