NO BEING IN A FRIDGE

I am no being in a fridge
Hallelujah to creation!!!
I hide not in clothes
Flaunting my figure
I live with the sun
Massaged by its rays
I dance with the air
Caressed by its tunes
I partner light footwears
In travel, not carrying their weight
And bond with the earth
Like its trees and plants
I am a free bird
A smiling flower
A black gold
With zonal burdens of a feather
Clothed with love
Smeared with affection
The bitter prisoners can bully their sorrows away
And strip monkeys of their names
To gift to me
To enhance my jumps
In their daydreamed-nightmares
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2016

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