Stand not on the way of my pen.
Of a rooster chasing a hen,
I've got that desire to write.
My chess piecies never hold grudges,
However they come in black and white-grey.
Never did my black knight resist occupying a black square.
I always put my writtings in black and white,
Yet my pen and paper never argue or fight,
Not even on one of my sleepless nights.
There is that white line on every tar road,
It never felt superior for it divides black coloured lanes.
Never did the black coloured lanes felt inferior.
Naked is the book of life without its hard black cover,
Useless it is wthout it's soft whites pages either,
Black and white as it is, it preaches rightousness.
Ntando.B Da poet
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