Black
In the beginning, the world was
And in the world, black was.
Yet the colour, rejected
and its people, dejected
Human, make me see bad in black, for I do not
Make me rhyme agony with that colour that was, before the
making, for I do not.
I do not fuse her with the wicked
I do not consider sad days to be black days
For only in the dark is my world at peace
Only in pitch black, do I find peace.
Copyright © Pacella Chukwuma Eke | Year Posted 2021
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