Mating birds
Without firm beds
Mate is silence
For your raw moans are violence
…waking uncanny feelings in firm abdomen
Making greatness crumble in women and men
Even as your base is naught but a den
Whose adult lioneses are away on a famished hunt
In a forest with no game in chant
When they come back,
…responsibilities will sit on duties to make you run or get stuck
You may not know
…but we know
So mate in silence
…and stop the violence
…you’re brewing in innocent abdomina
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © June 8, 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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