Oh how annoying it is
When urine wakes you from your deep sleep
…instead of sleep satisfaction!
II.
Oh how annoying it is
When fate turns you into fingers
…whose feel for foods get snatched
Only to be made to hold spoons and forks
…which usurp your position
III.
Oh how it irks
When facial sweat cries loudest, shouting stigmatization
In front of smelling armpit sweat
…and phlegms
As urine in public mark a well worn skirt’s back and sets many shunning its territory
When they’re all body fluids
IV
Life, like a wrestler, surely can challenge into derangement!
Hope, like a burning ice, sometimes looks strange in its scope!
Determination, like a whinning house fly, sometimes is a bother in arrangement!
But breath baits in balanced breaks
…of bests and of brokens
So we grind on
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © March 2, 2021
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