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OF PUNCHING BAGS AND BEASTS

To love a man
Who Obviously sees you as a punching bag
Always using Xylophonic tunes to serenade your senses
While boxing you Inhumanely like a beast out of its fences
Is naught but a Chronic disease

II
Realize that the situation
Will Eventually shred your dignity
Making you Late
For even strong Animals eventually fall
Helpless and helpless like Trees
If they keep taking shocks Intended for metal walls
Hatred will make you bitter crying On clouds
Oh living things with breath are definitely Not metals
Which can take immeasurable heat and think it Sexy and refining
Life is not two nor three nor four to Hurl some out
Thinking another will remain to succeed in order to continue In Life
Be wise and choose you in a situation where dangers act Pests on your life
It is foolish to live like that expecting society to find a Saint in you
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © March 12, 2021

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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