I stand here and look back
Thinking of you who in my history are stuck
Those of you who couldn’t, with me, this present formula crack
And I get a love-loathe feelings about my luck

I remember the mosquitoes who listened in on our dreams
I remember the fears which chased us and our screams
I remember the bond we formed in our teams
And nostalgia breaks me at my seams

Why did these legs betray a victory
And left you equal hustlers in my mystery?
Why is this head still living in our history
Pushing me onto the stage of your story
In minerals unharnessed making me sorry?

It is not fair
You pushing me here
It is not fair
You losing you to shades of life so queer
It sure is unfair
Feeling the cushions of your past in words and deeds and laughter and tears to me steer
…into one who dodged bullets and spears in the jungle to get here; a daring deer

But I live my life like a multitude
You in me in love and attitude
I live my life with your attributes
Fierce, calm, introverted, extroverted, loud, kind, intelligent, dumb to all you salute

That is all I can do
To restraint myself from killing you
…in this nostalgic climbing me
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © May 1, 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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