- Akosua Biraa
Must I find fine words
to be of value on this earth?
Must I be of light-foot and nimble fingers
to know my worth?
Is there no place
where idle hands and minds can wonder—
through a welter of positions and postures,
to give reason
to so many mysteries
in such mundane madness,
multiple untold tales of mysterious magic.
Must I claim
of this becoming,
to be of consequence in this here life?