Clips of slips
Drips of flips
Grips of ribs and hips
Rips of lips
When shame sits
Like a loser-king
In your mind
Pounding like a slave
Who lost a golden stamp
II
Craves for braves
Waves of graves
Long of strong
Gongs for belongs
When the conscience holds whips
Like a crazy teacher in revenge
His whips, his machete
Your body, his tree
Lord knows the unseen marks
The skin will document
Corrective doomers
Sweet on the world
A brain bomb
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2015
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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