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


By amoafowaa

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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