Black Worth
Everything you doubt, you test on dark
Nuclear and Chems, you see their worth
And then forget, a wrath to the black
My voice quit games, firm to tell truth
Every black in me, you doubt oppress
With a voluminous nose, protruding as a cigarillo
A brown dirty sea, immersed you were'
My voice don't cheat, reveal a doubting Tom
Every part you plant, and never man's soul
You're out to endeavor, and test on black
Whether you know you can't, or can no care
My voice quit games, hide not be fair
Education you bring, and call me awkward
For my tongue you say, heavy to say encyclopedia
You call me unseen, uncivilized for my black
My voice not shame, just say n fame
At least I say, and appeal to globe
To that container mouth-shaped, Forty fifth idiot
Black is not specimen, very green and fresh
My voice is fine, and not a shithole
Copyright © Moses Kisiang'Ani Makhakha | Year Posted 2018
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