FAKE

“I love you,

I can’t live without you,

You are so beautiful!

Hey no one compares to you

I will die for you

I am so into you

Hush and feel my heart beat for you”

These are old rags Buried by some ancestors

Who died thousands of years ago

A real lover is one who mimics not

So stop digging into mouths decayed in tombs

And be real, as real as the sun pinches the sky

With its rays to make it wince in light

 

II

How delightful it will be

If you feel hatred  and you say it sweet

And whip in lust to fetch the smile

And kill the frown

To plant seeds of trust

 

III

Oh! How delightful it will be

If flatulence flies in murderous smell

To dig the demons hidden under packs of facades

Only for days to clear the foulness

For the sweetness of being oneself to force happiness

 

IV

Oh! How delightful it will be

If none fakes and wears lies

And all cry, dance, play and say it all

In raw forms

Forcing ingenuity to return from its hidden space

Too bad, everything is draped in clothes of fakeness

Culminating into duplications of déjà vu

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © 2015