Imperfection

Break… crack! Mind splattering all about
The soul is worn-out
Body once made the temple of evil
Tick, tock; time is the only witness to our deeds
Just one day, at one edge, it will be the judge
and our dishonest deeds; the culprit
but I refuse to wait that late
So my tatted garments I quickly change
and the soul?
Imperfection hums around my conscience

Cream is but white, when laid beside black
and takes it true name in the presence of white
I could be the black and you, that lovely cream
As I rewrite my reality, enjoy your dream
and you’ll realize soon that you are but a devilish gene
Time and change; I change with time
but for the tongues from my past?
Imperfection hums around my conscience

Imperfection here!
Imperfection there!
Imperfection here!
Imperfection there!
Imperfection everywhere, but here
Not the new self
Here too?
Imperfection hums around my conscience
but I choke its gullet
and now it reads…
… I’m-perfection

Tawiah Aboagye

I'm cool and Poetic, Author of the play The African Within.

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