Through it all
If you ask me why I walk
I’ll tell you I’m in no mood for loss
Look at me
Years and years of study
And nothing to show for it
They say, I should generate work
What if I’m not wired that way?
Did they start this campaign long ago?
I never thought this would affect my shoes
I go there
I come here to no avail
Why I cry and what Idread
Are the masters wanting to see my little mistress
Before granting me audience
But no, like the snail caught in a cattle stampede,
I’ll wait to be trampled on
Or survive and show the world
I’m tough
Life moves, I’ll move with it
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2014
