Let there be light!
And there was white!
Human, spread through life:
the prism splitting such being in
behavioural spectra, even by diverse
pigmental differentiations of Earth’s tones:
tones of disparity, sectioning humanity
into a race where self-believers
proclaim, their God is
supreme.
Futile contest where a
father’s son is the man’s father!
Black begets white where black is buried.
Lo! Behold peach, cream, and umber
—the down-to-earth
colour.
Umber pater and mater beat blue
and red gametes darkling void of mater’s
procreating palette to make a purple
zygote—pure pigment conceived
to paint a hue-man—me.
I am a being of bluish-red pedigree: the
cool, warm wind dealing care
with mild passion.
Beyond a giver,
I am the gift—here, present.
And far from a lover, I am, indeed, love!
I am a creator!
The artist
who mixes mysteries
and clads naked canvases with
divers diverse strokes to awe mere men
and enlighten darkened minds.
The writer
who scrambles letters
together and tweaks words, then
string them to form lifelines plied to leash
found lost souls back to lead
remarkable lives.
The speaker
who weaves knowledge
with wisdom yarn and fish for flummoxed
humans to put them in pools of positive
purposes, then inspire affluence in
the ambience of
peace.
I am purple!
The royal servant,
ruling with nobility in a
serving capacity to restore
humanity’s misplaced dignity.
Alas, Ewuare, Ezana, Amenhotep III,
Keita I, Oduduwa and others
who had come, go!
O, purple pièce de résistance on an ephemeral
sojourn gracing gallery walls ’round the
world, ’waiting when light’s dearth
tends toward a black hole—death,
where white blacks and
life dies!
About the Creator
Malik Obynna
Artist—Painter, Author—Poetry and Inspirational writer, Public (Motivational) Speaker, Blogger.
www.malikobynna.com/writeright
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