GOLDEN FLOWERS WITH GOLDEN EGGS

 

Our seeds are sewn

In love and growth

We land on the hands

Our seeds are sewn

In love and growth

We land on the hands

Of the earth with faith

But mostly attract frowns on faces

 

Why?

A little angelic animal lands in the cradle

 

Why?

Human expectation has been breeched to the core

 

Why?

Inheritors must have huge sticks

 

Why?

Because they need to tend to us cows

 

So we join the herd

Being trained and flogged

Being used and dumped

Being trained in pain

Being hands of houses

Being eyes with corneas of rivers

Which must always act like the sun in the sky

 

When humans hold cutlasses and guns

We hold brooms and extend our bellies

Like balloons with an opening being filled

By a never tiring mouth until it burst

Leaving us with a brokenness to be tended

 

Flowers,

Our eyes have been uncovered

 

I say,

Let’s say no to being seen as only hands which cook

 

I say,

Let’s love brains and shine so bright in the books

 

I say

Let’s turn our hurts into gain and make our gain the earth’s

 

I say

Let our flowers wow and let the world bow

 

Leaves and flowers may be on the same plant

But flowers attract relegating leaves to the background

 

Let’s strive to put smiles

On the faces of human donors

When they see the paths instead of the sticks

They crave,

We are super humans,

We can never be classified

Under less humans

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © 2014