Your enemy is in pink
This thought I must ink
Brown-eyed, auburn haired, no care
Just that colour is the scare
In all this, jealousy stinks
Clear it is, the missing links

Spot meant for a chosen few
Set heart on through and through
It is not given, everything to one
Pride not like clothes don

Seeking God's will, fulfillment lies
Knowledge and skills not capitalize
All we have and are, unto Him
Wisdom never in the extreme.

By Mametja Maropeng
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