She creeps to the shelter of the law
From the pain at the shore
Of fishermen who bore
They promised justice and she waited
Only for her fisherman to come in his glory
Painting a sight of her trait so gory
And get the law mellowing under his charms
So creeping in
And creeping out
Of the shelter of the law
She hangs in the middle
Knowing not the going
And the coming
Until a bird sang a song
A song forbidding her to hang in its world
It said:
“You have no feathers
And cannot stand these weathers
Yours is the beauty of struggles
As you wear their hard made shackles
So be there and don’t act queer
Stand in and all those bear
Know ye not it is the world
Of the man
In your side of the world?”
She cried and laughed in tears
Cringed and crawled back to the shore
Embittered but kept nursing the many fishes
Who were itching to come
To either bully or suffer
If only they knew…
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © 2014
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