My lips are consciously

sealed with gentility,

as fate blesses me

Truly, I do abase my esteem

and accept all my flaws

with duty

and attempt to upgrade

myself and refuse

to claim mental disunity

Yes, apparently

my sagacious silence

pays a ransom to

pride, a kidnapper

and its hoarseness

and its harshness

are abashed,

from barking lion

to stammering stallion

and with the might of purity

my heart shall be tamed

by this joy,

that everyone is royal,

a king or queen

that sits on the throne of existence

Everyone is important,

unique,

shines like a golden trophy,

we are all champions!

By Kakraba Afful