My Race
If my race was a case
My vase should have bloomed an almond
If my race was a race
My place should be hard to trace
If my race had a phase
Oh! My phase? You’ll have lost count
If my race was a lace
You’ll wear a hard face weaving it
If my race was a race
My skin should confuse you to place me
If my race was a maze
My each turn should be equal to a cub of maize
I have began my race
Sorry you cant erase
Copyright © Victor Nwakanma | Year Posted 2015
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