I know I’m no ordinary bird
No –
…not a vulture to feed on the carcasses of others opinions
Certainly not a house fowl
…to wait on the debris of others shine
And definitely not a duck
…to have a pace to trace a chase
…in thinking, and be caught on
I know who I am
…yes, just who I really am

If I shine to suck in your shine
Eagles feed on hawks
…and fowls to live
But never attack to lift elephants in their weighty wholes
If I sparkle to tackle your struggle
If you see not the vug and its hidden minerals
…waiting to be picked and owned
If I so rub on your scrub
…sorry I give you such reality of a cleaning
No –
…why replace sorry with worry?
Marry your thoughts and conceive some golden –
…nuggets, of wisdom
And know intimidation is call for self assessment

…when my voice punches you to recoil
…without your name in its choices of diction
…when my duty to my mind
…makes you feel small in the hall of your own call
…when you know I’m but an optional neighbour
…you can add or cut off
…from your life
Especially –
…when I never think you foe
…nor one to kowtow
…to my words
…how low batteried souls
…charge not from an overflowing socket
…and beep until their power cut
While running around crying for a recharge

There are minds which are odd in not having thoughts
…on every and anything
There are spirits which can never be covered by even extraordinary shadows
There are human oracles
…living miracles and breaking shackles
…even of the gods
Funny how these gems are only seen
…after a record of their been
And not in moments of their being seen
As “I should be” clouds positive curiousity
And leaves answers stuck in their begging questions

Humanity is a tedious drag
…its flaws telling on a vessel hustling
…to contain a dynamite
…instead of a candle
It sure is unfair seated equally in an intellectual exchange
…with a flying mind with strong creative wings never seen even by eagles
…that gives you no right to fill your quill with hatred
…and box yourself in a ring of no confidence
To a point of throwing your needle-like arrows of hatred
…from your intimidated bow
I’ll never be the crow which shows a death
…in such hunts

I know who I am
What I am
How I am
Why I am
Where I am
And who I’ll become
…even if I shove myself into a ditch
And act like a bitch which bit a pope
…at the full glare of his church
My light will surely die to live
…just not at the hands of your tantrumed whirlwinds
My voice will stop to re-echo
…in caves of minds
And be saved to shave the misbehaved
…to level headedness
This immortal mortality you seek
…is a transition
One not meant for your comfort
I am who I am
One unfair to share your table
…and make you stable
I am who I am
One who can be your cable
…if you act stable
I am who I am
…almost perfectly represented by my imperfect but apt vessel
I am who I am
One who will sell your intimidated self to a crowd
…then nations
…then generations
And live with all hairs untouched
…on my noisy head
For I am the boss of thinking dragons
…a paragon on the wagon of history
I am just a walking mystery
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © February 28, 2020

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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