He calls me Honky

sonnet in tetrameter

 

He calls me Honky

 

My friend’s as black as ebony

 and he delights in teasing me.

He says I am the coloured man

I can’t deny it no one can.

My hair is blond my eyes are blue.

His words are obviously true,

My facial skin is pink and white.

to anyone with normal sight

His eyes, his hair and skin are black

I cannot counter his attack

But he’s my mate so I don’t care

His banter isn’t hard to bear

We’re much the same bar for our skin.

What matters most must lie within.

 

Monday, 16 November 2009

Http:// blog.myspace.com/poeticpiers

 

Reviews

[deeps]

So very true, This is amazing and enjoyable read.
Like the flow of this wirte. I don't know much about
different forms. I really like this.

[Jasmine]

beautiful and very true. i like the frankness of this poem. a new favourite :)

[Tate Morgan]

No truer words ever spoken
tate