My Identity Poem by Mishack Mchunu

He who defines me from the sun
A part of me; in the flashes of its rays
Darkness, about what defies him, knows none,
How he always walk with me in my sunny days

The holy city;
Washed by his blood,
All things looking pretty,
Inhabited by His God-hood,

Thus, in his eyes, I am a mirror
Delighting in one great reflection,
In the devil’s sight of fright I am the terror
Trashing more eternal affliction,

From the beatings that disfigured
Him, I found my identity and through it I have conquered.