For her, it was an accident
But for a problem child, all bad things are deliberate
Whether it was a recessive gene, or hair dye,
The black sheep is black
The black sheep is bad
Immediately casting shadows into the snow
Staining the vision of purity
Called an oddity by merely existing in its own way
The black sheep still goes “baa”
It will still look blankly at the world
It will still eat grass and drink water
The black sheep is a sheep
The black sheep is the bad sheep
Because you cannot sell its wool
The black sheep is the bad sheep
Always trying to hop over the fence
The black sheep is dinner
Once its strangeness removed
But a dead sheep isn’t a sad one
A black sheep doesn’t have to be the bad one
Sometimes it has less to do with you
And more with the world
And the fact that the black sheep gets to keep its wool
But it also ends up being dinner to the same hands
The black sheep is the bad sheep
But for a good child, nothing is deliberate
The black sheep is in the middle of the field
Still looking blankly at the world
The black sheep is not a sad sheep
The black sheep is not a bad sheep
The black sheep still says “baa”
The black sheep has nothing to do with you
Zara Medugu, 19, is originally from Nigeria. She is currently studying communications in a university in Israel. Zara also hosts a radio show that combines poetry and music via the university’s radio station. You can find her other works here: zarainwords.wordpress.com and her radio show can be streamed from this site: http://www.1062fm.co.il/en/programs/culture/the-mosaic.
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