AND SHE WHIPS

I, protest
Because my heart,  in this detest
But she calls herself old in age
Saying she knows the running of this stage
And I am in rage

II
I do as she wishes
Because, her, this heart cherishes
But I keep hurt in shame
I hate the chains of her tame
I know I am lame

III
Oh Agowa Banafoe
You are a mothering friend and not a foe
So why, must we, like cats fight?
We must be sun and moon bright
So we can utilise our light
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2015

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