They hear “fuck you bitches
You ain’t shit, damn you bitches, am ma fuck you”
But clad in skimpy clothes
And shake their properties
As overdosed dopers slap squeeze them like unripe mangoes
How can you betray your kind,
Insult them and brand them useless
By dancing to your insults and theirs?
Tears of disbelief trickle
As I watch these beings parade in what they think is their fame
Huh? Fame? Hilarious!
If I had the powers,
I’d say “a pox on you” to cast the most horrible ones on you
So you can hide away and let some of us
Have the peace of going out with smiles on our faces.
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © 2014