You chose the flapping and slapping ass
And the beautiful big brown eyes
You chose those breasts oh so walky-up-and-downing voluptuous
And those beautiful long legs
You chose the toffee-like mouth well painted
And the milky-coffee-like-skin well bleached
I didn’t matter then
I don’t want to matter now
There are no riddles in wants of the heart
None goes from loving water melons to loving lime
Can you forget the red chewables and squeezy waters?
Can you replace the sweetness with the sour nature of lime’s taste?
Please be not confused about the many seeds
Breaking your interest
Chew them too, aren’t they some portion sort of
In the excitement of your enjoyment?
Mister, kill your snake and this punch take
Is it because you now know I can make lemonades
And be in so many other “nades”?
I am no mucus reliever of you nothingness
I didn’t matter to you then
I shouldn’t matter to you now
What youth selects, should be the seat of adulthood
If you are that aggrieved
Turn back the steering of time and go change your choice
Don’t stand here with your unpleasant sounds of regret
No gold in the earth turns jewellery by itself
Unpleasant wizardry, is coveting a finish when you disliked its beginning
Agya, I so didn’t matter to you then
I most certainly don’t want to matter to you now
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © April 10, 2019