The Poem of the Black Box and the White Ball

Behold, the box of my life!
The thing you see is just a box
My Mom said: 'The World is round.'
Yet mine is a Box!
A box, A box, A box
I keep wondering what a ball is
A box, A box, A box
Even my head is a box

My Mom continued: 'The sky is blue'
'The cloud is white and turns black when cloudy'
The conclusion: My life is all cloudy
My life is pitch black
Black, Black, Black
I keep wondering what white is
Black, Black, Black
Even my hair is black

Either the Black Box or the White Ball
I choose the Black Box
My Mom asked: 'Why?'
I said: 'Never have I seen anything but a Black Box'

My Mom said: 'Look outside while you can!'
I inquire: 'How come?'
My life is a box, not a ball
A perfect box, never to be damaged
Should it be damaged, I will turn into a ball
Perfect, never to be compared
Should you damage my box, I will thank yo
Should you whiten my life, I will kneel praising you
Poor me, if I am to be a White Ball
I am not the same me you used to know

Amelia Putri