Too careful to be beautiful.
A bit sassy not too naughty
Trying to create that imaginable me in reality but for fantasy.
Maybe a bit away from desires of the soul to that of sight, probably a cry for perfect dreams.
Too careful yet ignoring the signs of destruction for a wishful act of dreaming perfection.
Or maybe I dare to leave from imaginations to inspiration. Aspiring to be that one, who would hold up bruises of the soul for praises of the flesh.
Yet the praises fade.
Not the scars left by the bruises from dreaming perfection, but away from the desires of the soul.
Those scars stay because that is the perfect me and the praises were just an image.
Kofi Boateng(Ghana Institute of Journalism)