Whipping Boy

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Scoop and pour.
Scoop and pour.
Life scoops and then pours.
It pours whole barrels into me.
It gushes out all of its madness
And pours out all of its shocks
Tiny and big
And sudden and expected
And abrupt and continual
It pours and pours all of its frustrations into me
Till I am become a gourd of bitterness
Browned by the clay of the land
Pregnant with affliction and renewable energy for pumping tears
For pumping strength out of me
Life’s whipping boy is black with suffering
Life’s love stings realest.


Published by: Akyempo

i met the Priest...i realised that though society seems to respect the baker and despise the shepherd, the baker is not happy despite his stability and the shepherd is free to pursue the pyramids, because he is a dreamer; and one day he will meet Fatima. I am the boy; the shepherd.


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