DAINTED PERSONALITY

One should not alienates oneself from one's ancestral home

DAINTED PERSONALITY
Vague, faint, black and dark,
Does often my integrity paints,
While I know, I am white,
Like snowball or angels’ teeth.

They see me, perchance, in a trance,
Sail on the boat of acrimony.
My smiles, they affirm, are sardonic,
Unless on the Christmas morning.
They say, I dance about,
With a calabash of pride and ego,
On top my naughty head.
They, many a time, say
I laugh like Hyena entrapped
When heaven knows, I should be calm;
And I much delight take in silence,
when I should talk like parrot

O the black sheep of Eve’s tent
Would you ever good does,
With your leisure and time,
Than ever idle talk engaged.
This you do, that you do,
Never a time, right do.
All, to my image tarnish.

They suppose, I am drunk,
With sour wine of pride,
Wrongs in my rights, they see
And swear, I can never right embrace.

My dear foe, look and hear
You may, my image tarnished
Paint black, dark or hue of colours
That will never my worries be
For I know, consistency of a lie
Cannot make the lie truth.