Maybe It Was Not My Design Poem by Ndumiso Ndlovu

Maybe it was not my design
Somehow maybe it was my design, it was the exact fit.Nobody saw, nobody felt, nobody heard also nodody touched.
I faced down nobody wondered until I was offline.i covered my eyes with a yellow cloth.I asked God what was I.
I remained a perfect fit for my homies, but still wonderd was I a perfect fit to some?
Greatness was never out of me but bad was following the design. I'm a super hero to some, to others I'm -0: 0(nothing)