Blacky Poem by Chris 'N' John

Silence and the many sounds of activities
Awake me to the realities
Of a write lost
That must be saved

Gazes in the eyes, spikes
Of hope, love and affections
Your ebony black skin
Defiles the years its toils

Ebony black like her name
Oval but portable faced
No resemblance
Betwixt we two except in act

A hero of a woman
Sacred minded of God
Apostle of live for man
Wonderless your child made me

Yours is a glorious stage
For seeds are reaped in their seasons
And darkness father's light
The plant must flourish from its branches