I swore I’d send him to jail
And make sure he gets no bail
For payments he did fail
But the moment he walked in and touched me
Words did fail to be
Mouth on me begged against mind’s pleas
As he got me on my knees
How I always get here with him, I know not
But it is a battle I’ve long fought
But always end up in his trappy netl like a fish caught
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © March 2023
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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