Strange range Change arranges not emotions It scatters to litter in bitter happiness Or happy bitterness Like a painter who is colour blind Then carves familiarity like a new wife And makes all humans new husbands II strange range Wigs were once wicked spirits’ possessions Which needed days of emptied stomachs To deliver in heavenly […]
Ah! Ordinary fly I am too plain for you to strain So you sigh And look at me with disdain You love the lie And all those who like paintings live in colour Thinking not of any disorder II Chase the “real” butterflies Know their nectar taste and oh! Pray not for rain Fall for […]
It is that time That time that monkeys can turn fairies Aided by the sharp hands of knives Body masons mix their mortars Cutting parts of those built by God And transferring it in pasting, onto other parts Sometimes injecting bodies like corpses Hoping to build mounds around areas apt for dancing Draining parts to […]
Painted dolls Are blinding our eye balls Standing on sticks With borrowed head debris Of beings unknown Originals are buried Under heavy make-ups And caricature clothes Some maimed by the hands of plastic surgery Minds are gluttons Eating like pigs and wanting abstractions Abstractions which send us crazy Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2014
I have lost my way I saw Ama And I didn’t know what to say She took Yaa’s man and made her single Could it be karma at play? She had her lips and cheeks Soiled with blood And her eyes blocked With divided whiskers of rats Her hands disabled With claws of a tigress […]
It stings, those eye brows And like pepper make the eyes weep The mouth cakes and rebels At many of its clothings The breasts cry for some air The tummy shouts “mummy Free me” to no avail Then the legs complain of the pressure Of the feet which in turn complain Of the foreign pressure […]
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