PAINFUL FRIENDLINESS

They watch in dismay
As I walk like an ox so gay
For I fell not into their pretentions
To enhance their victorious intentions

II
They wanted me to have no legs
They wanted me to painfully beg
They wanted me in a sickness peg
So they could hang me on their words
To show men the power of their tongues

III
But I walk on two legs
I live in great health
I live in God’s own wealth
And don’t kowtow to the saviour’s savagery
They fabricated in their own imagery

IV
I can see the hurts in their rumours
I can sense the pain in their humours
My freedom is now like their head tumours
Giving them headches
…with smiles which are causing them toothaches

V
Now they know
They know God is not like men
Now they know
They know God is not a man
Now they know
They know God rules not the earth on their judgments
Now they know
They know they can’t touch even the seams of my garments
For I am the “sinner” their poor prayers can’t shower with torments
I am the “pagan” their sore egos can’t bruise
And I will forever cruise
In the visions of their failure
Their failure to hunt my submission through tongues of lies
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © July 28, 2024