IN THE PROSECUTION BOX

I have reached this spot
…where my conscience fills a scrutiny pot
…as my head makes it hot
…in the prosecution box

II
It is all because of you
You who are like air I breathe in
…but can’t hold down
You who are like smoke that tears me up
…but can’t be embraced into reality
You who makes lots of emotional noise
…like a swift mosquito
…that always escapes a caught
It is all because of you
…yes you!

III
Why haven’t you shown up?
…Even as the clock ticks
…in announcing my womb’s closure
…and the end of coupling leisure
Why haven’t you shown up?
…Even as my needs roast into frustration
…and wrinkles haunt for an affliction
Why haven’t you shown up, you?
…Yes, you!

III
Where are you?
Are you hidden beneath my pride’s ride?
…Buried beneath the beasts of my expectations?
…Hidden in the parcel of my paranoia?
…Locked in the coffin of my peer pressure?
…Tied in the bus of my unlooking?
Have you been blocked
…behind the fence of my self defence?
…Locked away in the prison of my fears?
…Or gathering dust in the store room of my immaturity?

IV
Wherever you are
…try breaking through to this dunce
…who feels the whips of your absense
…but still stirs through the pot of nonsense
…on societal fires
…thinking her sense there dwells
Jump down, or hop up
…break out or break in
And arrest her heart
Until your reality dawns
…for she is a lost puppy
…searching for her happy
…in the smelly nappy
…of many foul judgements
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © July 5, 2019

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