HER FIERY FURY

“I called for a burn
…but you left me a yearn
I called for a whip
…but you gave me with a bib
I called for a scar
…but you left me a “duh”!
What is this?
What at all is this?

Ib
When my lust comes to feed
I need a bone that can take a seat
…and live through many a sweaty bead
…tasting no defeat
So what is this?
What at all is this?

II
When my defenses are down
And my adwaman comes to town
I need a sack which can’t drown
…in my enchanting crown
So what is this?
What at all is this?

III
I am a firm land
…which needs a strong stand
I am a hole
…which needs a fierce dig to be whole
I am fire needing a quenching
…not ashes in benching
So what is this?
What at all is this?

IV
Your eyes beg for pity
When my need calls for duty
Your countenance begs for mercy
When I’m wearing my hunger jersey
What at all is this?
Just what is this?

V
Have you been deserted by Agya Appiah?
Have you been conned by Alomo?
Have you been burned by Power Power?
Have you been jilted by Wakey Wakey?
Massa look for medicine
…if sickness is wrecking your fitness!
Don’t parade selling veins you don’t own
Conning a queen to descend downstairs
…only to see a broken worm instead of a python!”
I see a tree reduced to logs
…in a shameful burn
Sosket!
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © June 9, 2020