TELL YOUR STORIES

Like the sticks which hit its drums, only you can feel the heat in your station
So even if your words will break a mansion
Tell your story
And break the worry
…of you being turned into a sorry
And use the backlash of hatred as your lorry
…to your advocating glory

II
Tie not your tongue in fear
Thinking the subdued the best in cheer
Close not your eyes to unfairness
Thinking applause of perpetrators a loveness
…untainting
Your wounds of harassment will fester when left untended
So kill your wounds into scars of honour, intended
…as a warning for young heads with hearts unassuming
To help the world whip the cheers off criminals
…to harvest their tears into just anals

III
Tell your stories
Your next generation deserve it
Tell your stories
Your current situation knows it is a fit
Tell your stories
You, in history, deserve your changemaker’s bit
Tell your stories
Your life’s hurts should be others freedom chit
Tell your stories
Don’t just mope, cry and sit!
Tell your stories
To better this world to make it liveably lit, to push these horrors into an unending pit
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © April 18, 2021