Four Letters; A Poem Written By S Kojo Frimpong

Love has four letters, and so does April, a month of love in abundance,

Where hatred grows because of its first-day prank,

And laughter spreads in our hearts from the jest we make.

In this month, strength is born, marking the beginning of all weakness,

For love flows deeper than in February’s embrace.

And cusps are born to exhibit the true powers of the cosmos,

Wielded by the sons and daughters of Aries and Taurus,

Who wore their birthday suits from the 19th to the 23rd,

Through the able eyes of astrological findings.

I am a 19th-born, somewhere between the 19th and 23rd,

Making me not only a cusp but also the fusion of fire and earth.

I therefore bear the cusp of power,

Where Aries’ fire meets Taurus' grounding force.

I lead, yet I follow the whispers of the wind.

I burn with fire, yet find solace in the calm of the soil.

Restless in spirit, yet patient in pursuit,

A warrior who fights, yet knows when to yield.

I am the spark that ignites and the ember that remains,

A force of chaos, yet a master of order.

I am both the storm and the shelter,

The beginning and the end—forever caught in between.