PAST LIVERS

 

Theirs was to be the cooks

And shy from books

 

Theirs was to the weights

Of the night and be baits

 

Theirs was to be the incubators

And be great spectators

 

Theirs was to till the farms

And protect little ones from harms

 

Theirs was to be clear of dreams

And fetch water from streams

 

Theirs was to be the punching bags

And end up as old hags

 

Guess what? That was theirs

And not mine

 

We have passed that time

When in the dark, we used to you mime

 

We have passed that time

When our dreams cried in graves

 

I want my dreams to sing here

Here in Africa, here in Ghana

 

Female cannot do without male

Male cannot also to without female

 

But the world would rather retain female

Than male

 

So suppress not my thoughts

Make me no cots

 

Be with me or without me

But leave my wings to help me fly

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © 2014

(Picture by riverbankoftruth.com)