TEARS – For Maame Ama Donkor

Why do some clouds form to fold
…only to unfold when told
…then sold to the bold to hold in cold
…and fall to mould and sold
…to the highest bidders?
It hurts
…when unfairness stars to shadow the fair
World!
Oh world!

Ib
I see angry clouds forming on your sky
Adding myth pelts to flog you in unanswerable whys
Though I stand in the light of enlightenment
Fear of the rest of the unknown
…roots my legs
Mythical roots still send shock waves
…through my heart
And cowardice cages my inner tongue

II
They who named you might have planted pain
…to strain you into insanity
I can only say sorry
…for the blames heaped on your burdens
For your hardwork mistaken for witchcraft
For the many insults shot into your fragile soul
For the many a flawed accusations turned truth
…for your acceptance
That I hide in your plight
…buys many a guilt for me
But how does one young mouth overtake so many high on prejudice
…in their drunkenness of hate?
How do you tell those on ladders of lies
…to look down their feet which lie
…on the pate of earth but scream flight?
Only the flying knows a flyer
…but who is best to tell this tale?

III
I have tasted enough bile in your defence
I have tasted enough hurts as your soldier
How I fell off my faith of fighting for your faultful fate
…intensified on human grounds
…kills me
Oh it just kills me!
But this dirty linen has been worn by me for so long
That the public steps on me without a second look
So I pray
…I pray for you

IV
I pray for ears to hear your say
I pray for your heart to stand the trial
I pray for the dead to vindicate you
I pray for your brown to scare their greens
…to use your experiences as a ladder of respect
To accord you such
And I pray for suicide to stray far from your thoughts
To relive your painful life will be murder of soul
…before a birth
So go the mile to cross the left line to the finish line
…through it all
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © Feb. 1, 2020