EMPATHY

“Roads lay like mythical foot mats
Traffic lights; do they stand vertical or horizontal?
Will I be embracing danger of any kind?
Where is the shine of my vision?
I feel like a daunting unrhyming lyrics”

II
“Blasting sounds are so fierce
As they do nothing to me tickle
Only taps wake knowledge of happenings around
So what will be my fate if a gun hangs on my pate?
Will I hear the kekɛ kekɛ in order to find a way to tetɛ?
Will I have to die to wake in order to finally hear?”

III
“Some can even use sticks as legs
But my buttocks have turned into the ground’s nutmeg
Being grated in bits into the saucepan of dust
I dread a call for all to flee
What will my fate then be?”

IV
All yous put in inverted commas of unfortunacy
Being bracketed by discrimination with no empathy
I pray the earth works to give you mercy!
I plead for seats for you
On minds of the stronger
I wish for magic wands of ease
To your sore lives please
For I have seen you with my heart
Felt you with the best hands of my soul
Been in your shoes many times with the legs of my mind
And know you toil,
Sometimes recoil,
Mostly boil
Still frustrations bump to your confidence soil

V
Try your best
Until you’re called to rest
There, none would be in jest
As differences, we’re told, would be a nonexistent crest
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © April 20, 2019