Shuffled conveniently, I have
Between worlds apart, and they all suck
On trivial lacks and gains, both worlds are stuck
One appearing glamorous, effortlessly living
Toys, pearls and luxury on their side stacked
Food, shelter, comfort, basic needs, the other lack.
We dream, we push, we aim, we grind
To sneak a glimpse and feel the grass where greener
Yet sprouts and petals on our side, we pruned thinner
Fixation on the other side, us rendered blind
/Sighs/: how, why and when did we lose it?
For the crumbs and fillets we can masticate?
The stories, narratives, relations on both sides differ
One side the womb so abused and neglected
On the other abused, scorned, yet protected.
The stories told in trotros on typical mornings
When our routine voyage to grind begins
The scorned, the abused, the neglected discuss
They discuss pain, such agony they dreaded
In my ears, mind and heart the ache they infer
A glimpse of light for a moment they would seize
As many (women) hold on, for the love of the nipper(s)
Such pain, we so hate to heed
Waste of burning gasoline thus preferred.
© Eugene E, Tornyeavah, 18.02.2020
Sogakope, Ghana