'Black Sheep'

Wardrobe of BLACK is my color now,
Don't fit peoples' color scheme, of things somehow.

I feel pushed outside their doors' it seems,
Now looking in through my familes, front door screen.

Is what I'm feeling just and imagination gone wild?
Of something I grew up with, and not rid of when a child?

Blacks my color, I'll wear it till then,
Of the sins' I've gathered to myself,
The loss of loved ones and of friends.

'Bah, Bah, black sheep, haven't you any pull?
Yes sir, yes mamm, a black bag full! '

by Linda Winchell

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