I’d rather you suffer in my silence
…which shuts your door with doubts
…and still opens your windows of hope
Because I know you’ll split us into you and I
…and put us in a ring of animosity
…no matter the sound which walks the red carpet of my mouth
So please read the pleas in my eyes
…and suffer in my silence
II
I’d rather you kill the questions in your eyes
…and replace them with forgiveness
…and or support
For I have no suitable answers to feed your hunt
Neither do I have a bullet to kill your determination
So please suffer in my silence
III
How bodies do what they do
…with no stamp of the soul
…and no signature of the spirit
…is still a mystery many regrets are chasing to know
I’m still crawling as others walk
I’m still in shock as others rock their bravery
…through their mocks
So I just hope you weed the doubts in your mind
…with a forgiving hoe
Thinking through an “even if”
…to open your heart to second chances
IV
For there is no heaven
…without a hell blocking
Even God has his rival Satan
So mortality has its chasing demons of fallibility
So please –
…look for no answers in my caged with your gun of rage
…while the sage in you is being pushed back your stage
I’m after all, human
…trying my hardest on this mistakes battlefield
Looking for perfection for me
…and fairness for us
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia ® March 25, 2020
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