I have many flowery words I can use
…to confuse and abuse
I have a bubbly personality which I can use
…for many to me choose to lay a cruise
I have a head which can trick
…for hearts to on me stick without a flick
But I chose to teach
…and became one who looks like I poverty-preach
II
Is that not why?
Is that not why I was pushed to fall like an unwanted toy
…at the Modern City hotel
Because a minister was coming?
Is that not why?
Is that not why no apology was given
…not even a second-hand glance
…at my tumbling body when no excuse was made prior?
Is that not why?
Is that not why I had to act mute in watch
As another did me clutch?
I am being punished
For living so mediocre
And watching as those who could have been under me
…climb to own rights above me
III
I have seen it first hand
Do own your prowess and competence
Or you’ll die by the hands of those in pretence
Wanting favors by walking on your corpse
…to make a statement
I have seen it first-hand
I am a lesser human than a terminal minister
How odd!
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © September 4, 2025.
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