We lied on same mats
Curved in same stance
Swam in the same sea
To get here
We kicked when we had to
Went up and down in exercise
In anticipation the world waited
To meet us
Now we are here
Living in the same era
An era we’ve turned game
Those with master cards eliminating their future competition
Ha! Way to go people
That we forget of boarding the same difficult car
Of fighting similar battles
To get here
Instead of holding hands
We hold fists and get ready to punch
Even if it’ll hurt our hands
Way to go! So go on.
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2014.
Mum Cee 