Picture Prompt Poetry III

In a pack of colors always be black,
be the sun that always dazzles the sky.
Among fishes, don’t be quick to attack,
always be careful with what makes you high.

When you become a fish, be one that sings,
write songs about the boats, the hooks and worms.
Let the water see you like one who stings,
And when you swim, sting faster than the sperms.

When the marker marks them, keep off the pack,
Choose to be the fish that own wings to fly.
If you get so lucky, you’d upturn the flack,
you’d prove to wet words only you can dry.

Don’t be shy of your become, rule like kings
Pick upon the insults, treat them like germs.
If you’re color red, it means you have wings,
It means you own your conditions and terms.

Ruddapoet