I swam through the pain of pleasure

Aiming to end up a great treasure

I looked forward to being free

And wanted to go on a life’s spree

I got out with happy tears

Thinking I could bridge my fears

But no,

There was something I didn’t know

I fell into the realms of groups


Fell into a geographical circle,

A country,

Fell into a social circle,

Low class,

And fell into a colour circle,


Needless to say paper is boss

And has guards who kill at his will

Was this what I bargained for?

All groups and classes scream

Telling me to shun my dreams

Making me dream of drowning in streams

I wish a magic angel will wash me gleam

And wash all these earthly tangles

And like the sun in a huge clear sky

Make me live with no lie

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 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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