A SIMPLE PRINCIPLE

I’ll never be the stone hurled in a fight
…which to me is unknown
I’ll never be the bone curled to smite
…a throat which to me is unknown
I’ll never be the sword used to slay
…a neck unknown
I’ll never be the bullet used to lay
…down a life unknown
Make me your bat to kill an unknown
And I’ll make sure the heart you wear is deadly blown
For I am my own me

II
I am my own me
…and have my own struggles
I am my own me
…and have my own battles
I’ll never use another as a stone
…in my catapult to fight
I’ll never use another as a bone
…in my hand to smite
I’ll never use another as my sword to slay
I’ll never use anyone as bullet in my gun to shoot
I stand to fight in my own boots
For I am my own me

III
The used may end up with enemies they bought not
…with their own emotions
The user may end up reuniting despite the many commotions
Who wants to look like a fool on another’s hot anger?
I am thinking of my stomach and its hunger
…and have no time to court danger
So you too learn to be at ease
Please
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © Feb 13, 2023