YOUR VIEWS OF ME

Perspectives are all we have
Where you stand differs from where he stands
How you act differs from how she acts
So you’re free to draw me
From the pencil of your view
In your artistic tone

II
Your steam might be showing my form in anger
Her steam might be showing my form in love
His steam might be showing my form in care
Their steam might be showing my form in leadership
Other steams might show my form in discipline
Or hatred
Or stupidity
Or pity
You can name all forms
All in the mirrors of your perspectives

III
It would be weird
For eyes seeing my pate of defense
To draw my face of affability
It would be weird
For eyes seeing my jaws of hunger
To draw my mouth of satisfaction
It would be weird
For eyes seeing my eyes with rivers of painful tears
To draw my smiles of clarity and warmth
So feel free
To draw me from your perspective

IV
I live like a footballer
Fighting for possession
Dribbling to awe
Passing for teamwork
Shooting for goals
Amidst it all
I fear no injury or injuring
I fear no corners or goal kicks
I fear no fouls, side kicks
Talk less of penalties
And when I lose
I choose to cry it out or join my celebrating opponents

V
So judge all you can from the perspectives of your views
The hen cares not about where its dust lands
So far as the earth reveals its meals
I sure will respect it all
Your views of me on the table of interested mouths
And in holes of itchy ears
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia ©May 3, 2019