Two Worlds Poem by Niki Nicholas Nkuna

What I have seen,
Have heard,
Have been made to believe,
And live by,
Is beauty and ugly,

Beauty preferred over ugly,
Has become my life style,
My living conditions are clean of ugly
And beautiful of mind,
My friends are colourful, bright or dull,
Beautiful and ugly,

All in the mind is spilt to physicality,
I see before me two colours, black and white,
My trusted eyes cannot mislead me,
They are my natural windows,
Messengers to my heart and mind,

I blame psychology,
For splitting my vision into two halves,
My eyes are now accomplices,
For partaking in a crime,
Mental forms of beauty and ugly,
Should be washed out and hanged to dry,
Living by them causes heartache,
Elation and / or death!

By split vision, my eyes sin all the time,
They cause the face to ridicule,
And reject the ill-fated colour,
Disrespecting God through me,

My mother rejoices and cries all the time,
Because society has chosen,
To judge the book by its cover,
She tolerates and swallows,
Every blow in the rain,
She stood the test of time,
In the face of two worlds,
Her life span is long in the love of life,
Long in the love of beauty and ugly,
Long in the love of indiscriminate choices,

Two pronged life, win and lose,
Doors of opportunity, open and close,
By the measure of beauty and ugly,
Beauty pageants, a contest of beauty and ugly,
Psychology entrenched in the minds and hearts,
Of judges, the scapegoats,
Heartache, elation and / or death!