THIS TONGUE OF MINE

My tongue is divided into three
The one which yearns to be free
The one which is on a talking spree
And the one which stammers into quietude for taunters to see
My tongue is divided into three

II
I hate the tongue which yearns to be free
It is that cowardly part of me
…I so don’t want to live let alone be
…for others to see
Yet it has so many audiences to whom she pays her fee
…of shame of tamed of crashed of me
I hate the tongue which yearns to be free
Funny how Maame loves and wants that to be

III
I love the tongue on a talking spree
It frees my mind to its happy tee
And helps me to my real self be
But it calls for fingers which sting like a bee
…my pride which hides my esteem in many a we
Forcing my cowardly self to see
…me in a sorry state at sea
I love-hate the tongue on a talking spree

IV
I hate the tongue which stammers into quietude for all to see
See as it acts like a fish out of sea
Drying up quickly like a shore foaming pee
Disgusting is its hollow soulless be
Living atop a shame so glee
Clapped for by hohoho and hehehee
I so detest the stammering which all do see
And the dead quietness that pushes to be
…after, knowing I am my own she
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © January, 2021