GUILT TRIPS

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

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