PREGNANT

Stores of feeds

Destroyer of seeds

Sweats of beads

Gluttonic deeds

Like a pregnant fish out on the lands

Bloating of tummy

They tell of signs of riches. Pain of an army!

Oh! What? Blimey!

Sure looks so ‘harmy’

Like a pregnant whale out on the lands

III

A beer washing fufu and potatoes

Stew shunning veggies like tomatoes

Heavy, too heavy, a step on your toes

And you call you’re in your lows

For it’s like a pregnant whale stepping on your wound

Tags #AFRICAN POETS, #GHANAIAN POETS, POETRY ABOUT POT BELLIES, POETRY., POT BELLIES

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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