THE ME OF YOU

Don’t you know me?
Pluck the sun to see my face
I am your future
Waiting patiently for your present as it comes through your past

II
Don’t you know me?
Buy a moon to look very well
I am your final back
Which would be seen by all
No matter the faces you may have shown

III
Don’t you know me?
Bribe the thunders
To hold lightning for a while in my view
I am the end of all your legacies
That which awaits your blame or blessings
That which prays for your footprints to stick in the latter
That very one who cheers
As she waits for the final baton
To speed from our body to myth
So walk well the path as I work our celebratory maths
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © Jan. 18, 2019

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