MODELING IN MY STEPS?

 

 

I see you

I feel you needing the shine now

I have to tell you how I, abject horrors, did bow

in my quest to be here after hurting and bruising

pulling on the ropes of hard work

 

II

I have to tell you how hunger

 dragged me through shameful mud

as pain of many innocents in tears

whipped my eardrums

 

III

I have to tell you

how many used and cheated me

Seeing as no soldier lived

or wanted to be at post around me

 

IV

My tears fetched no sympathy

from the streams of protectors

neither did it fetch help

from pockets tearing with wealth

 

V

I have battled sicknesses

on sibling deathfields,

Have battled chronics

on fields on motherly scare deaths

while fanning the broken heart of my earthly vehicle

as her companion chased skirts of her besties

And oh, I have had many see my naked soul

 being raped by suffering and deceit

 

VI

I have recorded horror names from

mouths of loathers who saw me as their grounds

and have felt the painful stomping of their feet

as I heard their satisfactory laughter

walking the streets of familiar faces

 

VII

I have suffered disappointments

from bosoms which swore shelter in rain

and have heard carers chime the “I told you so” bell

even in the storms of pain and heart tsunamis

 

VIII

I have hungered

I have thirst

I have cried tears of blood

I have walked

I have run

I have thought of neck tasting soul taking ropes

I have screamed but none did hear

I have begged for life which hopped

now I shine still amidst the clouds

she wants my model who embraces it all

none shines from dirt without stress

left to me, modelling you will be best

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © 2015