Be wary of a people’s idea of you.
Ideas do not breathe air. You do.
They will take your art for body parts.
The art must live through dismembering.
There will be cold blood.
You will be the savior they crucify.
They will take ownership of you
With a mighty “I can relate”.
For the betrayal of living
Outside the shrine inside them.
They will murder you many times.
But you can’t help it.
Their approval is overpowering,
Their gratitude ~ psychedelic.
Their worship is a pill
You take to escape yourself.
The self no one will pray to.
S. ASAMOAH is a writer resident in Accra, Ghana.
He is also an Analytical Chemist and loves chocolates.