A HEROINE’S WELCOME

Mark it
You, you and you
Who have used my most precious thing
As tool to shoot my pride
Your hands will clap at the rebellion of your heart
Soon, very soon
When the world asks that you stand
To give me a heroine’s welcome

II
Mark it
You, you and you
Whose teeth jubilate at my fall
Your smile will painfully be fucked in mouth tearing
When I stand there
There
Where the spotlight felicitatiously shines
Making your smile imperative
I can’t wait to see that smile that digs bile in your mouth
As you give me a heroine’s welcome

III
Tell them
Tell he, she and they
Whose tongues happily wag at the storms
Which robot my dance of shame that
Soon
Very soon
Those tongues would be forced to carry my best parts
And hawk to convince the already convinced world in a buying
Just to feel belonged
In my heroine’s welcome

IV
Tell them
Tell he, she and they
That my sun has risen under these clouds
Oh tell them
Tell those legs helping hands to wake the sleeping
To see the pain I wear
That a moon hurries to this darkness
A sun waits to replace it when it works and tires
And when it finally appears
All yous giggling in twos
Will rise in a painful ovation
Yes, a very painful ovation
To give me a heroine’s welcome
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © Feb. 21, 2019

INSENSITIVERS

“Eii w’ayɛ fine o
Wo body no aba kama”
Whatever parcels of meanings you hide
In this sentimental showdown
I’ll have you know
That I didn’t fetch an angel from my land of pleasure
To label him burden
Unfortunate are the years of toil
Unfortunate are the years of struggle
Unfortunate are the years of emotional trawma
But if a real victim lived amidst the horror
It would be he who fought hard and exited grandly
He whose real foods were bitter pills and herbal drills
He whose real water were smelly concoctions impossibly undrinkable
He who was more than a lab rat for certified doctors and fake prophets
He who felt the thunders of seizures and storms of many sicknesses
And had his body on high fires of fevers more than half of each month
He who battled thrice paralysis and won
Worked like a bull by physiotherapists
He who tried hard to box language in actions mostly without success
And lived with the frustration
He, who I summoned into reality to live in suffering

II
So I’ll have you know
He was not to blame
He is never to be blame
Blame must never walk out of your mouth alongside his name
No implications must be sent to my ears no matter how well parcelled
Laying of blame certification lies with me only
And I boldly say
The real blame lies on sickness
Which burdened him more than I
This weight could be stress of letting the self go
After losing my most precious part
So shut it!
You insensitivers!
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © February 16, 2019

ON BEADED WINGS (18+)

On this beautiful day, I come like a knightess, to defray your pickle
Oh be in the mood for a tickle
For there will be a suckle
That will call for an enchanting wriggle
Summoning many an amazing giggle
So let afrukuto, all-fall-down, azuikoto, som-ma-me-nyɔ with patrikotum mingle
And shame days that documented you a single!

II
Prepare beads to beautifully sing
Flying on many a jumpy but cuddly wing
Making sure interest, enthusiasm and goosebumps bring
There should be no difference between loving and a fling
As passions form in forms of a queen and king
Leave all the fickle in tickles around giggles on a beaded wing

III
Let fate write your bait
Freeing all tied and murderous hate
For your loving slate long fixed this date
Open the need-pores of a gate
So you can bliss create with your mate
To reach the station of your orgasmic state

IV
On this day
All actions must say
All lonely nights must merge to lay
To make a historic satisfaction hay
To cross out many a painful waits in past may
To, like angels arriving in heaven, feel a welcoming okay
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © Feb. 14, 2019

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FLAMES

Expectations hide in this day
When hearts hide wishes dreamt about in telepathic conversations
Maybe Valentine needed bars on his emotions
And not his person

II
There are those who wear beautiful handcuffs applauded
By society as crowns
Hiding fountains of tears caused by deceptions unmentionable
They may be paraded but with their hearts silently in grinding machines
Why many eyes in watch somersault in envy is still a mystery
Maybe the unhave’s excitement blinds minds of hearts

III
There are those who chase after those chasing after naughts in trousers
Or skirts
Their realities hiding in bottles which knock them out in pity
They call it unfair but to the world it is square
Unfortunate are those whose halves are in wombs of tombs
Red painting sadness in daunting loneliness

IV
There are those whose knees are rebelling
Against their tasting of hard floors in submission
For partners far from the praying premises
Their lonely beds sympathetic but without locomotion to help in the search

V
Yet there are those who have them in line
From Kwadwo to Kwesi in their different shapes and sizes;
Like a rich man’s child with interest in toy collectibles,
Well timed in gift submissions and outing appointments
Agyawaadwo!

VI
Still there are those who carry themselves on pans for sale
Mercies for the lonely and perhaps the unloved
Unfortunate are those whose rivers of clear happiness
Have been muddied because of poverty
Their only makeup hiding in days where Valentine
And his gifts are long forgotten

VII
Thankfully, there are those like stars lighting themselves up in the dark to glow
Needing none to flow in self appreciation
Whatever you are
Whoever your heart calls out to
However you hope
It is one day out of many
Which deserves no commotion
The nation of love is built everyday until breath parts body
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © February 14, 2019

EXPECTATIONS

Give me a stone and I will see the glaring message
“Heart of mine, trip all you can, I will be here to catch your falls”
Give me ordinary sand and I will smile at the sweetness of thought
That says “Even if we turn dust, this heart will you belong”
Even the stinking end of food will communicate love staying potent even in filth
But it seems I am only one, living like an anachronistic prop
Unneeded in this nation of love
Days are peeling decorum and appreciation
Off the surface of Cupid’s possession
Showing the bones of greed where flutters used to dwell
When souls bind
Gifted nothings are given meaningful somethings
And kept in hearts for years to dig smiles of remembrance, gestures rule after all
But now, flowers are met with frowns
Their happy outstretched hands of meaningful gestures
Flawed by their wilting traits
Handkerchiefs whose beautiful significance of wiping tears
Keeping clean in cold
And wiping dirt off significant others
Are given tags of inexpensiveness
How did living in the country of love become so costly?
How did it turn mines to be dug by seekers of gold?
How did we get here?
We need self checks before we end up throwing away hearts
Ready to die in our steads because of blinding glitters
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © February 14, 2019

ONCE IN A LIFETIME

Overflowing
Blood of hearts merged and urged by fate
In there, everyday models Valentine’s deeds
Harvesting laughter in serene happiness
Many are in the embrace
Eating from the plates of love with the fork of contentment
It makes me turn Michael Bolton’s tune into a question
Are you the one he sings of for me in
“Once in a lifetime
You find the one you really love
For now and forever
One love that never ends
Once in a lifetime
When every star that lights the sky
Will shine with one reason
Leading your heart to the one love you find
Just once in a lifetime?”

II
What am I asking for?
A heart with a heartbeat of trust, care, tenderness and determination
What am I giving?
A heart with a heartbeat of trust, care, tenderness and determination
What am I hoping for?
A she and a he
Turning into a we
A me and a you turning into us
So I am asking again
Are you the one for me in Bolton’s
“Once in a lifetime
You find the one you really love
For now and forever
One love that never ends
Once in a lifetime
When every star that lights the sky
Will shine with one reason
Leading your heart to the one love you find
Just once in a lifetime?”

III
What could a we do?
Dance under naked skies
As stars and the moon sing melodies just for us
Fingers laced to stand strong in winds and storms mischievously cooked up by life
Shoulders readily available at every forming of our tears
Hands readily holding when the earth’s slimes trick us into falls
A walk together to the end
So please answer the question
Are you the one Bolton sings of for me in
“Once in a lifetime
You find the one you really love
For now and forever
One love that never ends
Once in a lifetime
When every star that lights the sky
Will shine with one reason
Leading your heart to the one that you find
Just once in a lifetime?”

IV
If you are
These hands will never let you go
As libations will be poured on prayers
For all trees to whisper through winds, their prayers for us to stay together
All birds will lend us the strength of their wings
To get through the most difficult of times
So please come clear
Are you the mine in Bolton’s
“Once in a lifetime
You find the one you really love
For now and forever
One love that never ends
Once in a lifetime
When every star that lights the sky
Will shine with one reason
Leading your heart to the one that you find
Just once in a lifetime?”
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © February 14, 2019

Credit: Michael Bolton’s “Once in a Lifetime” chorus was used.