Sea shells
talk to the shores like pretty dolls
talk to their girls
They ask for cover
They ask for completeness
They ask for freedom but they get captured
If I’ll end up that way
Under your cover
Please leave me under this dangerous shade
The winds may rape me
As the moon watches
And the stars giggle
The rains may whip me
As the storm rages
And lightening watches
The sun may burn me
As the breeze tries to soothe
My huge wounds
But I’d rather be in pieces
Than be painfully unpolished to shatter
In fine, safe hands
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2014
Mum Cee 