Instead of being the salt
Which melts, sweetens and
Is easily forgotten,
I’d rather be the hot pepper
In the mouth of the ruthless,
Make sure he begs air to step into its filthy chambers
As I whip his inward skin without mercy
I know that will be a lesson
And will make him take caution
On some poor sailors
Other than killing away many
With his whips of insatiable desires
So all I say to you is
Be that whip on that bad ship and make him skip its painful whips
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © 2014
Just a simple Ghanaian trying to find the best in our society. I may be fun, I may be interesting, I may be funny, I may even be foolish or intelligent, but it is all based on the mood in which you find yourself. I believe our minds make us who we are. Know that, pain, no matter its 'unbearability', is transient. Unburden or delight yourself for a while in my writings please. And all corrections, advice and opinions are welcome. Know that you are the king, queen or royal on this blog. :)
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