Stranja Depoet Poet Ode

Born Black

I was destined,
To be born with this thick dark skin
Destined to be born a warrior
With bucketloads of charm and charism

The omen was no delusional imagination
It was a dream by the old dreamers
The omen was foretold
It was by the  fortune tellers  known

Maybe the ancestors chose me
Maybe the mighty hands of the ancient potters
Spun me into existence 
I was destined to be born Black

Born with a spear in hand
Straight from birth
To this very earth
I was born a hunter of fear 
I was destined to be born Black

They can't put off my blaze 
When I Light my fire
I'm thick and tough
Smart and strong
I'm Black and fearless
I was destined to be born Black
         Stranja

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David Smith February 9, 2019 at 8:10 PM And born with a poets soul may I suggest. Like the way you make us see you. Heart that is true and personality that is not blue. Best regards David in NZ. Stranja Depoet February 10, 2019 at 4:17 PM Thanks a lot David , I really do appreciate your kind comment. Hope to hear from you often. Best regards ~Stranja