Kingsley Awoh Poet I do not know?

A Scrpit

My life is like script
Conscripted to dance to the rhythms of distortions
As a clown of western audience, 
I fool around,  monologuing before my protagonists
A cast of extortionists party on my identity
A half devil, a half human, so I am in their volumes
A victim of their intellectuals’ metaphor 
A paradox I am in the comity of decisions
At the mercy of their conference table my fate is tabled
My dialect forgotten, my humanity question
My tongue tamed and trained to their dialects
In the confluence of their dialects I grope
Who am I? A script or, a history.



awoh awoh

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Chiquitachiamaka Baity September 26, 2011 at 4:44 PM Conscripted to dance to the rhythms of distortions....well said my friend.... luv it....really well penned Awoh....smiles....Baity

Debbie Guzzi September 26, 2011 at 1:00 PM You are a preacher...this reminded me of Martin King or Malcolm X or a fav of mine Eldritch Cleaver...I would truely love to hear a verse in YOUR dialect [I know for me to understand it it would still have to be in English] BUT at least I could hear the lilt of your true voice! I have many verses written [my attempt to] in many dialects, I love to have your thoughts on them? light & love