That is not my conscience –

fear; a beast that feeds on attention.

Not just a beautiful root

Call me black, that is a music to my ear.

I preferred the root of integrity,

for beauty is a fading flower.

Behold, money or the love of money –

The root of all evil.

 

Although I felt a sudden stab of pain in my chest,

I’m proud of my African root.

The grass roots that have ants in their pants

The beginners but not the gainers

that’s a strange word and no mistake.

 

The past telephoned the future,

Likely to live an endless night

For it hardly seemed to notice the presence of the presence.

The alpha of the alphabet is being ignored

The fruits of the plant; tasteless and colorless