Michael Ordia Poems

Beneath the dark corner, she lay there
Love was the gift wrapped with fear
Gone were the days smiles were rocking
Now and then his fist did the talking.
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When I say black colour
I speak of the first and purest in the world
A colour they call negative, evil and of death
Black art, black magic, black man.
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I am Africa
I am the first of our kind
I am history
I am tales a million years old
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Through the darkness
Through the dancing flame
When faith was madness
In this drenching rain
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Love was all he tried to carve
Due to rejection he was left to starve
He crowned you his queen, his only muse
You fed him theatrical words, he was being used
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They sought chemistry
We made art.
Love birds on the tree
We're bats.
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When you see a poet
You see life at its best
He understands nature better than the first man
He sees the soul of all living, and inanimate
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I'm scared of the man I might become
A false man like my father.
I'm scared of hurting women the way dad hurts mum
Daddy doesn't beat mum, he never hits her
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Two thousand and nine
We fell in love like Bonnie and Clyde
Your pretty face and hips that never lie.
We fought sometimes we broke apart
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I know the man in white.
Some believe he's an angel in human skin,
Many call him Father.
I know the man in white.
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