Who is best here?
One who smells the loo
And sees through the eyes of her boo
Feeling the outside through hearing
Or one shut to the outside
With no eyes and mouths on the ground?
Knowing and not feeling
Seeing in chaining
Shut in acceptance
Oh I need none
None at all
No chains of hands
No chains of legs
No bars of shelter
No cage on mind
As the air flows freely
So do I crave to hold its skirt
Jumping when it does
Flying when it does
Standing when it does
To give me access to breathe
Murder my imprisonment
And my ills
So I can be in freedom
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2016

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