It is difficult for a cat
To look at garnished meat
Without a reaction from its throat and tongue
I guess
II
It will be difficult
For a fowl to live with edible grains
Without pecking
Very difficult I guess
I thought humans differ with minds
III
Under the warm sun
And in the presence of the cool breezes
I stood like a television
All eyes glued on
My mouth felt all eyes
As it moved
Eyes who directed their mouths to part in ease
Hoping mine gets the invitation
I see theirs as they are
They see mine as cats see meat
And fowls see grains
IV
If a nun differs in apparel
The difference will be her veil
But even in the centre of all those clothes
Ravishing eyes told me I stood naked
Like the day I was born
With teasing growth
They couldn’t let go
Why?
V
My steps
They said
Were provocative
Calling their bluffs
Insulting their potency
My figure
Serving as an aphrodisiac forced
Down their throats
Through the light of their eyes
Why?
VI
I can ask a million whys
Looking for a difference between programmed animals
And those created beings
But nothing pops up
My ink can bleed my doubt
Doubts that my mouth fears to utter
Again I ask why?
In the world of sticks
Reasoning lies dead in pleasure
I guess
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2016
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