In countless words told

I could easily break in a thoughtless hold



For many cagy stitchy words

The machines kept busier with their mouths than hungry birds



To paint the picture of my frailty

Interfering with my mental agility



Your back must please in a pleasurable bed

It doesn’t have to be soft, your back is all you need to be led



I lay in a bed in time

And felt the pain and the ****** slime



I lay in another bed of roses

And end up with chronic bruises



They then talked about the hurts

And warned to not look up to the whites in trousers and shirts



For they are untamed and lack veneration

And get worse from generation to generation



Now I look at close quarters

And the untamed are better in shatters



They are free to bellow

And have a choice to discard the shallow



Now I want to break free

They say maintaining the bed of thorns is a decree



Break these chains

Please break your chains



And free my wings to make me fly

I am tired of the usual cry

   Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © 2014