I wish I were a bird that could fly away to escape from
the whips of father’s wicked cane.
Why must I suffer for slightest mistake?
If I knew I was to be born to a wicked father,
I would have told God to let me die at birth.
When I return from school to enjoy life at home,
My father hate to hear that we are on holidays
My report he will not read to congratulate me
This act of my father makes me hate going home
But no school can keep you from childhood to adulthood.
All I wish is to be a bird that could fly away to ecape the whips
Of father’s wicked cane.
– By Sandra Amoah