She’s like sapphire
Transparent in feelings,
She blabbers about her dearest
Embracing her absence
And wearing her yearnings like a beautiful gown
I feel I’m watching a weird movie
I live like her, if not more occupied
So why does she try to taunt me with names?
Could it be her loneliness is more attractive by the cover of a name?
Is the world treating her better because she has a name as her blanket?
Why can’t the world love reality?
I am unaided and I don’t hide it
But I’m free, free to live
I never wait in tear-jerking anticipation
I live waiting on me, that is sincerity
Being sincere is the best way
But the world condones lies to one’s self
I don’t want to live that way
I want to live making love to the African air
I want to live being caressed by the African sea
I cannot live being whipped by its deadly societal customs
Let the superstitions and bad treatments flee from me
Let those who lie to themselves get mirrors of truth
Let those who carry issues of people to the market
Buy real goods for sale
Mine will sell
But it’ll sell without returns
And I could care less
Because the seller gets beaten in the end
I’m living like a true African, not like one bounded by heavy societal wires
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © 2014