Black
Color which I have attack,
When wearing everyone atrack,
Even if is a track.
In everywhere you walk,
It shows you have stock,
While you have no work.
Color which has no shock,
Confidance While looking you clock,
Proud of yourself when talk.
Everyone will like to look,
Even a person who cook,
Hands will like to book.
Copyright © Husna Chikwela | Year Posted 2021
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