Poetry: The Norm In Abnormal.

If black is the new white, we fight
If white is true sight, we light
Torching the hems of our values
We delight in bed of thorns
Roses are too airy
How about we do with fart
As with deodorants and tart
Anything will fit
If we surname it ‘de-fit’
We’ve been defeated by our like of deceit
What do we know?
Norms and abnorms
Are all worms fit for meal

Jennifer Dafwat