Drums, like many other instruments, are interesting things
Which require an action to produce its singalingalings
Actions should be just like that, a call and act mission
So why is Zaara still in a harrased prison
After she shed her body selling season?
II
Kwaku Manu uses her buttocks as drums
…playing at will whenever he meets her
Kojo Adzidzonu uses her breasts as his catapult as he hums
…pulling and leaving it to bounce whenever he meets her
Ataa Ayi uses her lips as his lollipop, stifling her protests to keep her mum
…as he squeezes and kisses whenever he meets her
While others forcefully hug her
…till all her shock absorbers go limp
…and her hope of respect turns wimp
To think she works so hard to sell her utensils hoping for a restoration
Can’t there be reformation?
III
Please let humans grow
When they see their stagnation and embark on journeys to their restoration!
Please let humans be
When they see themselves in mirrors of self hatred
…and take bold steps to change and glow
There sure is a reason butterflies go through stages
…before getting wings
We all can’t grow like clean lotuses in mud
There are cactuses which take time to get onto the path of self love
…just as some roughages regurgitate to be worked on by many a ruminant cud
There are roses which face many a pluck
…before getting protection from above
…to grow their flowers in a godly luck
So let those who seek self reformation be
If your support fails to push their tails as desired
You become an osiakwan, a fate butcher
When you play into a past to stop a future
…being worked on in the present
Let empathy garnish sense in consciences to walk knowledge
…on wise paths, so sensitivity can bell to push hardwork for its pound
…no matter where it is found
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © March 20, 2021
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