She danced in the streets
the music reminded her of life.
She paid no mind to the boys
who lurked around traffic lights
She had a fat ego
which she ate not
and went hungry.
She wrote, relaxed and drew
a shadow of her death
on a half broken mirror
and sighed. And wept.
She stepped into a fire,
fixed her gaze on the smoke
and saw nothing else
aside her departing soul.
Destiny was ready
but she wanted more from life
she has more for the boys
she had snobbed
and particularly to swallow her ego.
After her closing hours on earth,
did she realize the world
spoke one common language.
The language of love;
of sex, of smile and of laughter.
She cursed her grave
and wondered why she
was too big to speak
the language.
There're lives and there're lives
But this one was a life
at least, Adadzewa lived.
By Oppong Clifford Benjamin.
the music reminded her of life.
She paid no mind to the boys
who lurked around traffic lights
She had a fat ego
which she ate not
and went hungry.
She wrote, relaxed and drew
a shadow of her death
on a half broken mirror
and sighed. And wept.
She stepped into a fire,
fixed her gaze on the smoke
and saw nothing else
aside her departing soul.
Destiny was ready
but she wanted more from life
she has more for the boys
she had snobbed
and particularly to swallow her ego.
After her closing hours on earth,
did she realize the world
spoke one common language.
The language of love;
of sex, of smile and of laughter.
She cursed her grave
and wondered why she
was too big to speak
the language.
There're lives and there're lives
But this one was a life
at least, Adadzewa lived.
By Oppong Clifford Benjamin.
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