They are what grown men clutch to suck
They are what can shine to blind eyes to cause accidents on roads
They are what children seek to suck
They are what some men watch to rise
They are what fill a pleasure cup with treasures
They are what shape a chest to tease
They are what shoot from the skin to beautify
They are what point at their watchers in sass
They are what grown women hold to run
Even when fallen, they flap for a clap when left unheld
They are the pots of life
The fruits so ripe
With unfinished goodies and jumpy bouncers
So delicious are their content
That many ails chase to infect
So they must be checked and checked to aid their safety
They are what they are
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © October 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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