Bla bla black sheep
Have I any wool?
Well yes.
I have a bag full of
blackness.
Warm soft wool,
To rid you of some
good.
A luggage of my wonderful
vices
Spilling out and bursting
full
Like Santa’s bag on
Christmas eve.
Unabashed, I will flaunt
them,
Parade them like they
deserve to.
Like a proud Soldier
they are my medals of honour
They are my defining
elements,
My descriptive features
In my trail follows disappointment
and heartache
Behind me runs the
tears of they who love me,
They who have not the
slightest inkling of what I am.
Without a care or
regard for your hearts
I pledge to ignore your
pleas.
I am the black sheep
On that long winding
road
To seemingly destruction.
I am the black Sheep,
Who never will listen
Who never will you hear
I am the black Sheep
Who will not only bring
you shame,
But promise to shower
on you pain.
Nkem Oyaghire
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