Like a succulent mango
You bite me deep
After washing me in cool waters
And chew my flesh
Claiming I am fresh
I can only scream by sewing my threads
In your teeth
But you wait after chewing
And curse me
While you enjoyed me with no blessing
I know my juice tasted like heaven
And my body tasted like manna
Oh! My clothes tasted like honey
But you made sure to shave me bald
Who fights an armless beauty like me?
Only the brute but you say I will spoil?
If your flesh lives, sickens and dies
Why must mine be chewed in pain?
Never remorseful you always have to strain
To rid my thread off your rebellious teeth
If you are brave next time try the sours
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2015

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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