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

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. :)

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