they does not go with us
he come without us
it look at us
we shone in our head
body is not firewood
but we burns
at the break
she sit with us
“tell your name. tell your name”
i ams who they does not want
does go without, does not look at
ams he. ams she. ams them.
she says oh douglas
it looks at me?
only dog looks at me.
©Afua Awo Twumwa 2020.
PS. This poem is an attempt to reach beyond comfortable language. And try to fit more into the helplessness a language can thrust you into. And the helplessness it can add to yours. Language is a beautiful thing. But when used as a yardstick, language can break us. And into too many fractions.
Afua Awo Twumwa 