WHY EMPTY BARRELS MAKE NOISE

Afua Kromo says you’re like sour orange
…which makes her gum cringe
She says you’re her only word formed out of horror
…borange
A bore in its own range
She says her eyes can stand you not talk less her mirror
That’s why she left you
I thought she had told me a lie
Now I know why

II
Every word that walks out of your mouth
Wears disgust aimed at body shaming women
Every chuckle that models through your mouth
Wears sneers wearing gloves to box women
Your eyes dart from breasts to butts
When you’re full of buts
Your hands are always at work as a harraser
Maybe you’ve a demon up there as your confuser

III
Koo Kromo ei, rumours whisper you’re a cripple
A cripple of the waist!
Koo Kromo ei, rumours ridicule your unkempt mustache
…and your one way knicker
Koo Kromo ei, rumours sing you’re a dump
Those with rubbish only need to open your mouth
Koo Kromo ei, you’ve no money
…and you’ve no one eye stick
You’ve no class and you’ve no ass
…for, sɛbi, a man to man you like an animal
You’ve no fineness talk less of refinement
Yet you sit and spit out rot
…hoping to bury innocent beings in your unhappiness

IV
I now know why empty barrels make noise
They hurt with their rolling
Their worthlessness force them into complaining
Their lack of attention pinch them into noise
That none cares kills them into senselessness
Koo Kromo, you’re an empty barrel
Look for some rocks to go arolling
At least there, no one will force a controlling
Now tell me
How does it feel to be flushed
…into the gutter of insults?
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © May 22, 2021