Treasure Island

Jasmine Fafanyo Awagah

(6th September 1994 / Accra)

The Transition


Yesterday I was a kid
Playing kid games with shes claiming it was dating
We always talk about love, we were just debating
Saying we knew love not knowing we were crawling
Then I was shot by by cupid
My eyes opened
My heart started beating
My joints started moving
My skin started feeling
My head started thinking
I started breathing
meaning I started living
in the true realms of love undisputed
Cupids arrow killed my immaturity
Filled me with purity
and thought me Love not immorality
I grew from growth to a level beyond reality
I died in darkness to live in brightness
I found totality and forgot doubts of impossibility
i stopped the informality to take responsibility
of having one and only
true love
I stop to fly around pretending to be a dove
Love made me Me, no jokes
Love made me a Man and this is The Transition

Submitted: Monday, October 21, 2013
Edited: Tuesday, October 22, 2013

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This is just to say that Love changes a persons mentality

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  • Calvin Curdle (10/21/2013 6:44:00 PM)

    I liked the way you raced me through your poem. It means that your transition was a quick one. (Report) Reply

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