Sparkly stars in close proximity
…force eyes to close
…with threats of blindness
Even the intensity of a fire’s heat
…determines the space between skins and their flames
Higher souls suffer because their tougher spirits overpower all
Causing the plight of most outcasts

He walks through the whispers
…with unknown sources
And tries not to look into eyes
…shouting “go and die”
Barely dodging legs intentionally placed
…like mischievous trippers
…hoping to cause him a fall for ridicule
That was what he had to go through as an outcast

He might have looked a little different
Might have acted a little different
Might have spoken a little differently
But he had a space that needed not the hatred
…sprayed to make him a pest
…on their prideful blooms
Every hot topic had his name as a garnish
Every bad plot had him acting as subject
Every punishable blame was in his name
Wetting him with a fame of shame
That is what he had to go through as an outcast

It was obvious the many jealousies acting up
…to shut him down
It was obvious the many fears
…of he taking the shine
…of many wannabes
It was glaring the many hearts
…yearning for his weird prowess
I guess the mighties are mostly made rags
…before climbing their future stools
…to be crowned to rule their ex-bullies
Many have gone through horrors as outcasts

So now he sits as they fan him with praises
He says nothing but gets everything he wants
He gets to be worshipped
…because he killed the urge to end his pain
…bursting out of his suffering
…into this awesomeness
The shine of greatness causes a whine
Which whirls minds like twines
….seconds into minutes into hours into days
…months and years
So live through it
Be happy with it
Kill not the body which carries your sought after soul
For none ordinarily hates on the ordinary
Unacceptability is the first sign of the extraordinary
Collective cruelty is the second sign of greatness
The fear of the aura of revered personalities
…makes many a weak minds work tricks
…to squash their shine
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © November 9, 2019

By amoafowaa

Just a simple Ghanaian trying to find the best in our society. I may be fun, I may be interesting, I may be funny, I may even be foolish or intelligent, but it is all based on the mood in which you find yourself. I believe our minds make us who we are. Know that, pain, no matter its 'unbearability', is transient. Unburden or delight yourself for a while in my writings please. And all corrections, advice and opinions are welcome. Know that you are the king, queen or royal on this blog. :)

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