I AM A WITCH

I am a witch!
Yes, a witch!
That witch who flies on the broom of hard work
Through canoes of the night
Paddling with rumours of the bored
On rivers of the covetous
Hoping to reach the sea of success
Without your sweats of bother
So hide not in calling

II
I am a witch!
Yes, a magnanimous witch!
That witch who attacks with claws of kindness
Heads filled with guns of hatred
In baffling shadows of keen watching sunlight
Excelling in hard tests in classes of unseen teachers
So fret not in my addressing

III
I am a witch!
A very shameless witch!
One who murders wickedness with vampire teeth
In beautiful hearts in surgery beds of hope
Dripping with blood of love to charm the indifferent
And singing devilish songs of praises at my soul winning abilities
Am I not a super witch?
So why hide in calling?

IV
Call me in dignity and show your reverence!
Kneel in a call and bow in politeness!
Serve my every need and be my every feed!
You have made me superior to humans
And so I deserve the stool of your heads!
Lest I kill all who dishonour my super powers without mercy!
I did come well! Ɔ-baa-yie-foɔ!
So why shouldn’t I ride in my queenly palanquin while your eyes shiver?
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © Jan. 13, 2019