I have always dreamt
Of having beautiful features
To fly close to places in the sky
Where my eyes’ lovers lie
But my mother
Always told me
Fishes swim
They do not fly
No matter how I flapped my tail
Bobbed the water and jumped,
I reached no further than deeper my waters
My mother used to cry in fear
Of me landing in a stranger’s net
I always closed my eyes in defiance
Asking when I could have my beautiful wings
Now I am in a stranger’s net
Heading to where I do not know
My mother left for eternal journey
So there is none to miss my presence
The heat makes me wish for my cool waters
The fear makes me cry hot tears
If this is the way to have my wings
I choose to forever be a fish
But my voice can’t be heard
And other eyes in this net are casting nervousness
Making this cold blood boil.
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2014