I don’t know the thoughts which plagued my thinking
To live in hopes of a maiden wifed
One who obeys without a thinking
Of her self esteem and shamed strife
Oh how I prayed
…when hopes delayed
Oh how I strayed
…when I thought I’d swayed
…from the right which my fate disobeyed
But now I know the blessing I wear
…in this freedom I have to share
II
I don’t know the bug which cropped my thoughts
That I must be chased to look and feel like a bought
…who feared the thoughts
…of getting a rot
If years peel off her like a smoked jot
Now I can grab a one who seems my fit
And kiss the lips which call my bite
I can hug a body which loves my fit
And hold the hands which grants a chit
I mourn the many my coy self lost me
…in my weirdly taunting be
III
Why on earth did I try to please
Wicked hearts which gave no ease
…and the trolls who worked my tease
In my misery to my likeness appease?
Now a “hey” receives my “ho”
And a bully tastes my “NO”
If I could live my now as then
What a life it would have been!
IV
Living a chick behind a corrupted hen is worrying
Growing like an imprisoned submissive is suffering
If I get I chance to bless a young
I would tell her to herself belong
Living free on a loving spree
Breaking hearts and breaking free
…from the toxic and hateful with glee
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © January 11, 2021
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