Walls climbed walls
At her order
Pride joined beauty at her table,
Made her an unmatched princess
And froze her thoughts of age
Inside a wall without an opening
Age minded no frozen thoughts
And walked through to his territory
Taking hold of her skin like wild fire
Making mirrors her enemies
As one who called many “old maids”
She has turned into what she loathed
Earth insects will dis-virgin her
An irony it is. None was good enough
It seems those insects are worth the wait.
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2014
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