Black Sheep Poem by Oduro Bright Amoh

Black sheep among a crowd of white heap,
I keep memories of fools in a cool sweep.
I am steep peep; well, that's deep.
I am a black sheep failing to feed a white fox
Which never entered into my box.
Like an Ox with a pox
I am left, bereft and left for theft.
By deft means my weft is cleft,
My heft is reft.
My soul's sold to the wholes of old.
I am the fly which dies when tail's tale is told
A gold fold beholding a cold scold
I am a black sheep. I give back what I lack
While my track is plucked by the brains I rack
I am a sheep: black
I am a black sheep; I make grey a shade of white.
My paths blighted by the lights who write the right.
A cause for trite rites by Knights of sleight.
I am a black sheep.
I sharpened the knife
That threatens to take my life