Egger's Sack

This is a life
A life said of a persona
The persona is a poem
She is a poem and a pair of a life's share
In the rib of man's chest
Times in the burning sun
Swiftly roll on yesterday's back
This is what I cooled
When I stood in the womb of her laps
Picking truth and hiding them in the egger's sack
By two
Listen to her pat my shoulders three times
By two
Listen to her call my name three times
By two
Feel her shaky voice call my soul to rise
By two
Watch me suspend on a pen
With a burning paper in my hand
There
I feel the feelings of fallacies
Kept safe in the egger's sack
For two battle with words
They said
The girl is a kitchen
The boy must go fishing
For a boy's rib creates a king

I am quiet in the night like the pillow of a widow
For these nightmares
Prick the sorrow of girls
Who steam their breath before the fall of a man's jaw
In a window
They said
My skin is created with the smoke and works
And my days are buried under my doorsteps
No
It is not cool
No
It is not true like the passage of crude blues
In a blue moon

Here am I
Under an African tree
When they told me that I
Once rejected the sip of a wine
A white wine of an oldman
Poured below my palms
A dream is evaporating with the bonfire smoke
Into the other side of the oak
They may see it no more
So I speak of One Day
Keep dreaming of someday
For Teen is a pair
The boy and the girl
We read
We write
Yes
We are well

Kofi Acquah
Awensɛm dosodoso