The White House Poem by Bright Nkyi

The White House

I am the one through whom men are made,
Yet on my walls, they crave to shade.
I worry from dawn till day and night,
In my presence, beards have no time to play.

I'm precious, just say, I make the world colorful,
So attractive and beautiful, especially when I have a curvy back.
They can't spot me on blind sight,
Men fall, it's just my attitude.

A cure to hardened hearts,
From Sampson down to Hercules,
Even angels can't resist my sass.
I'm precious like a diamond,

For the secret, just ask Solomon.