WHEN THE PLEASURE CLEARS

When the pleasure clears from your eyes
I hope you remember your lies
…after being caught for stepping off
…with sellers of the waistline and calling my bluff
I might be here or down or up
…caring not about the echoes of your shut up

II
I was good to you
So good to you
I thought you were the truth and my way
…in a world filled with decay
I was proud of us
I thought you would build a life whose castle
…would be worth the hustle
I was cheering for us
For we became the envy
…of many
Until the dreams I built tumbled on the ground
When its foundations showed your one leg out
…and your outside kisses’ pout
I was so good to you

III
You will get a better or a worse
You may get a lower or a curse
You may get a brighter
…or a lighter
You may get a cruel
…or a fuel
Whatever you get
I hope you don’t forget
…the high fruit you plucked
…and fucked
The hard woman you pumped with your humiliating ride
…the one who left like pleasant air
…so clear
…to help save you face
And never for once did you chide

IV.
I looked unhurt
After walking from a sharing I was dreading
…I begged you about a friendly parting, but your words stood at “I’m not messing”
I looked like I didn’t care
…because I didn’t stand on a rooftop to shout
I looked unfeeling
…because I looked like a fine breeze
…even with your shocking pride freeze
But I was tearing myself apart
…for unknowingly sharing myself with many others
…just to brush your dim feathers
But who was I to blame but me?

V.
Friends said I gave an elephant to a boy
…as a toy
So why wouldn’t he act coy?
Friends said I polished a cock
…and sold it as a peacock
So why is its sassiness giving me shock?
Friends say you were a stone I should never have stumbled on
…but my only seed is the living being you rained upon
So I will battle as I’m still battling on
…fixing the parts you killed
…and the front your skilled
…self sold me as loyal
Why did I think you a faithful royal?


VI.
But I will rise from the ruins of your burn
I will forget the feelings of your yearn
I will kowtow not to thoughts of uncertainties
…taunting with lonely calamities
…and forge forward
…without a glance backward
For a me living without deceit
Oh a me living without conceit
Is a me  peace is hopefully waiting to please
After time awaits a future me to appease
Hopefully I meet my needs
…and become one of the good beads
To not grace the waist of a waste
…but to be beyond the scent of your taste
So I can walk in fulfilment till eternity calls
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © October 25, 2026.