Not A Bona Fide Identity Poem by Anele Potelwa (Unpublished)

The blood i showed was pure red,
But Mine black as it is was not read,
the eyes were proud and maddly innocent,
but mine dubious and guilty so impatinent,
NO! I Was happy with joy so wonderful,
but the name of veins was not me just a fool.

Let me tell a story true to be tangible,
my identity in a shadow was a ghost beyond
it was air breath through the invisible wind
it was a fair good enough to be pinned
as wings given to me became rings

Yes! But No! The smile belonged to my spine,
but that which i gave was way out of the touch line,
it was very much false and true enough to be convincing
but all a lie amusimg like an attorney in a trial of conviction,
and the splendid tie that took long to rediscover
yet it was a lifetime book hard to read its cover,
that is all the false i know!