
She lies like the vast ocean
Knowing not her tenants’ mission
With five legs and 49 intestines
She feels like a Frankenstein’s Monster
She created a world for herself
And stayed back watching it glow
But the glow turned into tears which flow
Without a thought to her soiled self
49 within, 5 without
“Afri” in the mud “ca” in the gutter
Nothing for her
Her caretakers are the takers
A penny in
And the torn pocket picks
Poor “Afri”
Poor “ca”
You look like you’re beyond prayers
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2014
2 replies on “POOR “AFRI” POOR “CA””
To create a world is to be safe. Yet to step out of this is always a risk. But there isn’t a reward for not stepping. There are tears, there is losss. But this is life . To soil or not that is the question.
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True talk.
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