Black Sheep Poem by Alison Mujati

It feels unpleasant to declare
A black sheep among Lily whites
variation is talk of the flock

Ugliness doesn't give bad blood
So many backstab
Do I bruise black blood?

Bubble bathing behind my niche
aiming personal essence like everyone else
One peek, breathing halts,
skunky in the cabin, am I this bad?

an apple unduly for consumption
Fostered from one tree-like rest
Secluded from the best
Catastrophe thumped harshly
Maladies preferred me for a host
Whoever sees skips eyes for a better one.

Fear to the feeble
A buzzard approaching browsing sheep
Either they flee or freeze in my sight

Poison to their food
Eating and I are sworn, enemies
No matter how luscious, I'm judged to misfit

A gospel of evil only hell stands my destiny.
Never judge books by covers
Still, eye deducing gives this worst end

I'm a sheep
This color gives a bad tag.
I fear as the rest
I bleat like my flock