by Kadmiella Akosua Atuah Download pdf ~ epub ~ mobi
There are so many thingsThings she wishes she could tell,
So you understand at least a fourth of her
But she can’t say really, she can’t just because
because you aren’t really made for that.
You aren’t made of elastic and brim-wire
Neither are you made of candy and iron inside out like herself.
Rather you’re the one that is made, heart in and heart out of rust-free aluminum, the kind that makes almost endless points of roofing on the next-door neighbor’s head.
You don’t bend, recoil or scratch. At least until you are cut.
You restrict, or better yet you’re made to sit and form
the so-called beauty you think you’re made for.
You pose like an art so expensive, the zeros that end it’s price tag alone
Is enough to draw a Replica of that very same art.
You say you stand for hard work, diligence and home.
When in reality you stand for happiness, without the hard work put in.
You prefer to gain, stand tall and accept all acknowledgment,
Yet fists go high to heaven in order not to feel the pain that gain’s cousin brings.
But what on earth do I know?
Really, I’m just a young woman,
with my panty hoes too high for comfort,
and my girdle too tight for circulation, watching and noticing,
that these essentials of hers are blind spots for you.
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Kadmiella Akosua Atuah is a Ghanaian student in New York in her second year of college. She studies International Business. Writing for her is very important and it developed even more after she moved in with her father. She is looking to be a writer in the near future to inspire and encourage people, because where I am from, depression is not something that exists, therefore acknowledged.
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