Jasmine Fafanyo Awagah (6th September 1994 / Accra)
Why and Whose Fault?
Was raised up eating corn
His best was the green shirt that was torn
He hanged it and enjoyed the joy of not getting it worn
He was thought never to grow horns
Because horns are meant for creatures in thorns
Poverty was the norm
As he grew Mama saved silver and coins
To school him in order for him to one day grow fat loins
Papa got all the study toys
Even though he had nothing he could show off to the other boys
Being a good student brought Papa and Mama many joys
Many friends and norms he employs
Forgetting his roots, these were all decoys
Mama and Papa planned to be fools
Because the was no water in their pool
Yet he had the best school uniform to look cool
Shinning to defeat the sun was his expensive shoe
No student had but he had all the tools
Not just that every girl wanted to be hid friend too
He did not want to but everyone was a member of the boy-girl zoo
Mama and Papa did not fit to be his parents
He has flown to different countries to win quizzes over white students
Even though he slept in that house he did not feel at home
He left Mama and papa saying they were too poor, he can make it alone
He decided to play by the ring-tone
The boys at the back of the class were on top of the school and on the academic list they were below
They accepted him and gave him a home
Now he thinks he shouldn't cut his hair
Bathing his own skin was rare
In his lungs, liver and system, smoke was everywhere
All he wanted to do is let everything get high
But the higher your age, the closer to death you will fly
The higher he got, the more his craves, the more close he gets to die
The question is WHY?
Addicted to disgracing poor Papa and Mama's reputation
Addicted to killing his own dream occupation
Addicted to killing his future generation
Addicted to destroying his role to play in the nation
Mama and Papa don't even get paid for pension
They are left with nothing after sponsoring his education
Whose fault is it?
I asked him and all he had to say
'I am sorry but I can't stop, maybe not today'
But when if not today?
tomorrow becomes today every time, so when if not today?
The INFLUENCE of drugs leads to DISGRACE as pay
That's what i heard but it is worst than that pay
I need just an answer?
Whose fault, Mama, Papa, teachers, friends, mine or his?
I cry to the world for an answer
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