All black tires are lonely,
All lost their families,
Majority has been forced to be white.
Through this their family died.
Painted by men whose colour is is blacker than coal tar.
In the inside they have tried so hard to mix the white,
With black but this has only given them ash.

All black souls are hungry,
Some misplaced their belly,
But failed to follow the steps leading to farm.
Heat has eaten up our healthy heart

I thought I  was a ******,
Until I met the disvirgined breeze from the wood.
I thought i was disvirgined until I met the *****
From the moon,
I thought I was a ***** until I met the pregnant
Star.

I thought I was  pregnant until the doctor told me a had miscarriage,
I thought I had miscarriage until I gave birth to a shadow.
  This shadow I don't know what name to give him, he has two heads, legs ,and hands ,two faces .

  All two headed shadows are happy orphans.
  They think they are unique.
The concluded war is just rising .

I thought I was wise,
Until I met a mad man who told me I was  mad,
I thought I was mad until I met the drunkard who told me I was drunk.
I thought I was alive until I met the spirit who told me I was dead.

Pls am I dead, mad or just suffering from intoxication?

I believed in my mothers words,
Until I met the prodigal daughter who told me it was a lie,am now a prodigal daughter.

I  believed i was old until I met an infant who told me I was a baby.

I think I am mad, if by now I can't spell my name,
Or understand myself.
I think I am dead, if I don't know the smell of my
soul.
I think I am drunk, if I don't understand my value.

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