My journey is long
My aim is somewhere to belong
I was the earth, trampled upon
Pounded by metal boots
Then butchered
I felt all the pain
But ended up as part of some mortar
For construction of a building.
I couldn’t care less,
From the earth to the sky was an upgrade
Hardly did I know I’ll be part
Of a beautiful shelter
Which will go into the annals of nature
I stand, occasionally slapped
But I love this moment and will forever
Love the thoughts of rising with fresh wounds
Into looking at horrible scars
Then polishing to be a part of this building
An experience on this journey
I’ll keep moving, keep polishing
Until I reach the unslappables.
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2014
