Anthony Acquah Poems

My culture, mu religion, my race
It is mine
Why is it that my culture they have urged me to be ashamed of?
When I make a toy from a matchbox
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Friendship is like a diamond
It is precious
Friendship is like a fine wine
It matures over time
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To feel the tips of your fingers gently running down the nape of my back
To hear the dulcet tones of your voice wispering sweet nothings in my ears.
To see the light in your eyes brightening up the inner depths of the darkness of my soul.
To run my fingers through the lusciousness of your hair that parts like the Res sea.
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Do not shed a tear
For when I am gone
I have gone to somewhere better than here.
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I do not know why?
But I can not cry.
I do not feel emotion
Am I so cold
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When you look at faces in a pub,
What do you see on a Friday evening?
The stress being released and shown on the faces
The week-end is upon us once again.
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You are the positive to my negative
You are the medicine to my aliments
You are me and I am you
Each of us is who we want to be.
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Some say that black is right
Others say white is right
No one takes me in.
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The peace of God Is like a cloudless sky, where there are no imperfections.
The peace of God is like the beginning
There is only a blank canvas
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If my life was in your hands, would it not be better than in my own?

If my life was in your hands, would the journey I need to take not be smoother?
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