I’ve lived three scores and more
Many who saw my birth did me, like all infants, adore
Great expectations were their wishing chore
Till youth showed me a drunken flirt and a colonial sore

Some kept hoping I’ll myself reform
Others thought they’d seen how hopelessly relaxed I was as I conform
Some thought there will be nothing more to my form
Today I live an old, sold to the cold stares of failures dorm

I can blame my arbitrary parents who forced my existence
I can blame my weak mother who laid to be raped without resistance
I could blame my siblings whose powers lack definite insistence
I could blame my earth with wealth but no physical affluence

Still, I live a failure who has not walked well for a day
Still, I remain a dumb who has not spoken well for a day
Still, I remain a deaf who has not listened to anything anyone has to say
Still, I remain an adult toddler unliked and kept at bay

How do I remedy this?
How can I so this fix?
Will stooging one day lead to my bliss?
Do I still focus on the foreign kiss?

I must rise to walk
I must be bold to talk
I must be brave to hex the stalk
I must attend to the screaming of my chalk

I must see the best in my lot
I must think of the new in my cot
I must push the strength in my slot
I sure must rip off this trap in which I have been caught, to buy me from brutes who have sold me for their superior’s bought
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia Β© November 23, 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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