“Men with Skies” by Ama Boakyewaa Adjei

The worst of them come with cages to contain

The best of them come with skies to soar

Between these are the average

Avoid the first like a plague

Make no plans with the latter

And fall – fall madly in love with the second

Dear Mama, give us men with skies

 

Keep our blood from mixing with Ghosts’

Keep our pearls from falling to swine

Let conquests and empires be our day

And love and ecstasy be our night

Dear Mama, give us men with skies.

 

 

The worst of them are green with night

The best of them are gold with sun

Between these are the typical

Avoid the first – with diplomacy

Break no bread with the latter

And give – give full loyalty to the second

Dear Mama, give us friends with sun

 

Keep our image from falling to shards

Keep our hearts from foolish distress

Let merry and gossip be our day

And love and devotion be our night

Dear Mama, give us friends with sun.

 

 

The worst of us are feather and glitter

The best of us are class and mind

Between these are the basic

Empower the first by your gifts

Have no satisfaction of the latter

And strive – strive doggedly to be the second

Dear Mama, make us women with mind

 

Keep our bodies from another’s soul

Keep our purpose from dying to rods

Let glory and praise be our day

And light and blood be our night

Dear Mama, make us women with mind.