WHY I WRITE

As the sky lies vast

And watches sky beings display

On its ground like a field

All it can do to be sane

Is to create an outlet

That’s why I write

II

As the land takes and gives

And mouths curse and bless

While others defecate and spit

All into its mouth

All it can do, is create an outlet

That’s why I write

III

As no eye can see goats’ sweat

Though many sticks leave on it marks unseen

The pain is no less

And the duress of no sympathy, dense

Pain needs a hearing for healing

That’s why I write

IV

Even a cockerel goes like Kokrokoooo!

When it sees dawn’s footsteps losing its print

I am no ingrate

Good passions also deserve outlets

That’s why I write

V

The world sees many in same shoes

Those who stand in those same shoes of pain

Never get to see each other in their mirrors

I aim to give that mirror

So loaded guns pointing at themselves will point at weakness

That’s why I write

VI

Call it a coward’s web

I feel its coolness

Call it a bragging bait

I love its elevations

Call it psychosis

I love its therapeutic emancipations

Call it whatever

I have it as my cocoon of safety

So there, you have it

My reasons for writing

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2015