My friend turned foe?
I planted in sweat what can’t grow?
Welcoming teeth fill my vision
Hungry angry claws appear
In front of my eyeless back?
Not fair if you ask me
Why can’t you be in front of my camera?
Why hide in darkness
If bitterness watered
By the water from my stream grew into a lioness
What is the excitement
If the prey sees not the hunger of its hunter?
This shockaholic which is a short cut
To where you will be must make you worry
For I will be the senior
And you my junior
When that time comes.
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2014
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