POETRY

PARADISE?

I’ll not take para
And roll like your lost dice
For you to modify it to the world
…as our paradise

II
I’ll not stand the harping
Of your hunting penis
As you edit it to all
…as our happiness

III
I’ll not be the tenth
In your underness
For you to tender to our friends
…as your tenderness

IV
I’ll not be your car
Driving your boxing ring
As you merge it to the world
…as your caring

V
I’ll not be the laugh
Of your stove
For you to alphabetically select to trick the world
…as our love

VI
In this transiency where happiness unfelt pelts sorrows
…to act our bullying belt
Why will I act fake to be the bait of some monstrous fisher?
Death is an ultimate for every breather
I choose my way
…through my say
To live the me I want to be
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © May 14, 2020

Tags #FakeLovers, freedom, Life, POETRY.

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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