A Destitute's cry

I throw a long smile

A smile full of life

I expect, not  a clink,

Just a mere wink

 

For my limbs turn weak.

All I see is sullen faces

Expecting roses from black vases.

My sanity strains to go astray

Leaving my soul at bay a-sway

A stranger, I know I am in this place;

I fit in no space.

I see many a long face

I know not the wrath I’ll face 

Exhausted by hypocrisy

For I feel more tipsy

I have given up. Bah! I pack

And show’em my used back;

Be it with whips or red barks

I’ll never turn back.

I know they say I am black.