I NEED MY PEAR

I was born a pear

And was cut in two

Now that I need my pair,

My pair is missing, and I want to sue

Where is my pear?

My pair of pear!

I need my pair

I’m not ready to share

III

I need that pair

To help protect my seed

Now it’s ready to out

And I need the heat of my lost pear

My father

Who knows my pair

And knows where it dwells

Is a spirit who fails to share

Pair!

Pair of pear!

Please meet me square

And let us pair

Tags #AFRICAN POETS, love, POETRY.

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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