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LET MY INK FLOW

AMOAFOWAA

Before your hungry appetite is curbed

I ask that you treat me fair and square

Give my ink freedom to do its work

Until my tinniest ink is dropped

 

Let my name be on all the ink

Unbloating tears hiding in all things phony

And be the light of future men,

Who will need an excursion through this woman’s mind

 

Please be fair and treat me square

Leave my hands and leave my thoughts

Give me time for my ink to flow

Enough to brighten and in darkness glow

 

After my writing ink drop

I care less if I’m seen as today’s flop

Be in your element and have your way

A burning, a knocking, your wish, I’ll pay

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © 2014

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By amoafowaa

Just a simple Ghanaian trying to find the best in our society. I may be fun, I may be interesting, I may be funny, I may even be foolish or intelligent, but it is all based on the mood in which you find yourself. I believe our minds make us who we are. Know that, pain, no matter its 'unbearability', is transient. Unburden or delight yourself for a while in my writings please. And all corrections, advice and opinions are welcome. Know that you are the king, queen or royal on this blog. :)

7 replies on “LET MY INK FLOW”

You’re welcome–I was so glad you posted it, as I was curious what you looked like. I’m not that brave–or lovely!

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Don’t say that.Everyone is lovely in his own right. And being brave is relative. But I was among the students on my profile. Because I’m cute many mistake me for a student too. But I was not in a uniform.

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