​THE HUMAN ANIMAL

I do not know

Who carved the show

I do not know 

Who gave that blow

That a girl was an animal

Not a tigress nor a lioness

Not an elephant nor an eagle

Not a dove nor of love

But a sheep which needed its herdsman

Or a hen needed to hatch or be gifted on occasion

How did I fall like a load on my mother’s head?


II

Trained to fit into a shadow

Trained to voicelessly like a donkey follow

Trained to worship the shallow

Becoming a chameleon to complement my sire

Was the scary blessing which cuffed my passions

As long as it had a tail 

It definitely covered its fail

Oh unfortunate me on that hurdled sail!


III

Fitting not into any shadow

I became the blow which non wanted to show

A blow which no ego wanted to note

A blow which all tails needed to kowtow

Defiance transformed me into a witch

A witch whose magic laid in her brighter head

A witch whose sword harmed chasing egos

A witch who only tails saw in their dark selves

And so the hunting started


IV

A girl acting like a boy

A girl looking like a boy

An abomination in this nation

Oh how mama prayed for hands of God’s help

Oh how she forced my knees to taste the grounds of my “gods”

Oh how my peers in shadows laughed at my convention of submission

A sheep turned goat

Being forced to turn sheep

Agya mmaa abrɛ!


V

 All the drama acted like a hammer

Hitting my pate as I acted the nail

Until flashes of the pain of history flashed

Through the blood of my pride

How my mothers grandmother’s great grandmothers stayed like mute clay

Carved to suit

Made to swallow all the hurt their makers cooked

And I tore out

Out of the clothes of suppression


VI

Eyeballs popped and sunk

Mouths trapped many flies

Noses opened their doors to dust

As the fear flew from me to them

I was the freed

One society warned against

One cursed to never succeed

Never knowing other shells were being broken

To let many shadows taste the light

The light of their fate caged in this sphere



VII

You ask me how it feels to be here? 

I feel like a tied kite freed by a godly fairy

I feel like a bɔɔla bird turned into a reasonable eagle

I feel like the weaver of life

One with powers I wish not to brag

A capable partner to my once upon a time herdsman

I feel many things in one

Most importantly

I feel FREEEEEEE!

Caring not about the debris that trails

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) August 11, 2017

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