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Many sit with their news on their laps
Some sit with their youngsters by their sides
Like a human with cow horns
All eyes turn to me and mine
As he jumps like an antelope
Neighs like a horse
Shakes like a buffalo
And runs like a Bolt on weeds
I am the only being on stage
With a product meant to entertain
And or annoy
This head is tired
Too tired even though the journey is just beginning
All
Untold
Trauma
Internal
Sigh
Massively
Whatever this means
Whoever brought the cause
Strengthen these bones
To better carry this burden
Even the strongest building collapses in weariness
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2015

Tags #AFRICAN POETS, #GHANAIAN POETS, AUTISM, POETRY.

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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