TO THAT MAN WHO SO WANTS ME

There is a thing to love as your belief
Selecting one to love in relief
Not a one to fan your chief
With a mind you wish to thief

How could you a mind in your awe
In a body your core finds chore
Preach to me a thing as your law
Which places pans, laddles as my more
And still crave for me in your store?

It is but your tiny ego
Wanting bigger minds to echo
Higher things that can’t you logo
Chasing you to want my follow

But I see the tiny ego you hide
So not fit to clean my pride
Talk less of my bigger bed
Let alone to have me wed

So do go
Oh no show
I’m no low
To search your high

Yes do burrow
I’m no hollow
I’m no cho
To serve your hi

If there be a thing as fair
Look to you naught so rare
In your so horrid fanfare
As big mind with a heart
To worship as your lord
For that sphere will get you bored
With misgivings to your emotional hoard
And act bitterness holding a sword
To cut your heart’s sad, sad cord
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © April 16, 2026.