The body with no ears
Does everything in anything
Risks hearing no hazards
Stands in the mouth of death
And sees its teeth only when
They are clamping down on it
Have ears
Even the deaf uses his eyes as ears
Have thoughts
To process the proceedings of your ears
Have the decency
To acknowledge the lineage
Which gave you life
Don’t block the hole
Which made you whole
For coming and going
Though different is through the same bloody hands
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © 2014
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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