Black, black
Born black
Head to toe black
Back black, side black, cock black
Every inch black
Midnight without a star,
Black Friday, black Saturday, every day black male
Black out from home
Black in the pen
Ba, ba, black sheep off the streets
Whack, whack stocked against black Jack
Black hair, black beard
Pirate, attack black
Rat-a-tat, payback
Skin shine, melanin design, black Knight
Black Friday night
At dawn a ********** crowed aloud
The man and women all alike
Woke to the noise and set to pray
Beside the stump, they all did kneel
Pouring libations to their gods
At morn the day was bright to chat
The men and youth all did gather
Talking, laughing really loudly
Calabash filled with raffia wine
Gulping on still, they all lay drunk
At noon they all were still gathered
Around the bushes came great noise
The noise they know to be of war
Topsy–turvy the town did run
Lifeless, they all now lay slaughtered
At dusk there came a dead silence
Calabash broken and wine splashed
The happy noisy town, now gone
The houses now left desolate
Just the cock stood, that broke the day
The day you cut me wide open,
I bled tears from a hideous face
And pure prisoned blood from my sealed benevolent cocoon.
I was not as pitiable as pathetic purple onions,
So you wouldn't weep for me.
The ruffled white sheets mourned with still ripples,
For I was a cruel painter, who have painted her
With the colour of doom,
Red.
You troubled my secret sacred place with your ritual.
You were the herbalist who reared the fatal **********
With the beak of a razor.
And then,
You pierced me,
After idiocies of incantations.
I was gullible,
Because incantations are meant to be charmingly convincing.
And, perhaps,
It was much more than your words that lured me,
So I endured the pain,
Because pleasure is greater than pain,
The act of two, greater than one in disdain.
This once I was lain,
Was the day you cut me wide open.