I shot my mirror for showing a horror
…in my corridor today
Now I miss the beautiful side of me it reported
…and carry the stains on me needing cleaning
II
I threw my machete deep into a river out of anger
After it missed some shrubs and thorns
…in a desert I’d found myself
Look at me now
…with thorn bites which promise scars
…I’ll have to live with forever
III
So let thinking precede your actions
In most situations
Reflexes can deflect to hit to maim
Your tools are part of your protection
…oh some humans are tools too
So hold them tight even if you’re challenged by anger
For the real danger lies hidden
…hoping to pounce at your disarmed self
Once you blame your tools and throw them away
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © May 3, 2020
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