“I’ll close my heart
And stop it
From taking in any possible breaker
I’ll immerse myself
In work which keeps me fulfilled
And will never look into attractive eyes
I swear to live by myself
Doing good and neglecting all males
Let them drown for all I care”
All these are promises like a woman in labour
Her thoughts are hazy
Her hurt conquereth her mouth
Her pain makes her blabber unmeaning words
Love is like death
It needs no invitation
So let the pledge be as I have
And open up
Open the gates of your heart
And keep your head close
You never know
You might be hosting an angel in disguise
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2104
