Cheryl Hayden Poet Rhyme

The Black

I wasn't always of ebony hue 
In comparison to family flock
As a child, I matched that of my ewe 
Back then, my gate was yet to be unlocked

I guess I wandered, grazing through my life
I had not shepherd with, to be my guide
I was daughter, sister, mother, wife
The deepest parts of me know that I tried

But now they only see that which I lack
And so among these sheep, I am the black

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