here they come again,
mocking me, dissing me,
taking a jab, creeping onto me.
jealousy is a black and white game.
to black, white always seems like a weakling.
the sole purpose of black is to extend its callous ends,
to consume the white.
to white, this game is very old now.
white always places a deceiving shield,
for black to think it has the upper hand.
only in the eye of the beholder,
does one know which one is the real deal.
Note: This poem is written using the image prompt posted during hour 5.
2 thoughts on “Hour Seventeen- Black and White”
I like the interesting dichotomy you present in the poem, and I like that each of the two elements is described as having a uniquely devious nature. I also like your word choice in the lines “mocking me, dissing me / taking a jab, creeping onto me.” Great poem!
Thank you so much. I’m glad you could resonate with it 🙂