It’s been 9 days since I ‘went on hiatus’. This blog has been on my mind every single day of that hiatus! It’s like my baby, I am always thinking about it. This isn’t a hectic blog post. Just sharing a short poem I wrote the other day in the library.
THE GOOD AND THE BLACK
Too dark for your comfort,
The black canvas of a night sky conceals his nefarious intentions
Intentions that are in your head more than in his
All made up, he is a criminal,
His crime? The colour of his skin
He commits another crime,
He stole, stole the heart of your little girl
You thought you had it,
but he picked it right out of your pocket
you thought you had locked it
Rather vanilla creams than chocies and other mixed flavours honey
You’ve let her know since she was tiny
You fabricate twisted philosophies
Bad things happen in the dark
Black epitomizes evil; white lie
The darker the berry, the bloodier the juice
The darker the berry, the more worms in it
Your English teacher lied.
For there are two kinds of people in this world:
The good and the black
PS: I recognise that race is a touchy subject, these are my thoughts, please avoid any nasty comments. And just for clarity, this satirises negative stereotypes of black people. But any good lover of poetry will recognise that and not need this ‘disclaimer’.