A Real Black Man
if i could make a real black man
i'd bake him like a cake
i'd mix him up and pour him out
and this is what i'd take
i'd start off with some honesty
i'd mix in in real well
so i won't have to listen
to the lies that some men tell
some trust would be the next thing
that i'd sift into the mix
that way i'd know that he's for real
and won't fool me with his tricks
sensuality would be next on the list
i'd really mix it up
don't want to skimp on this one
i think i'll add another cup
then i'd get out my measuring spoons
1/2 a teaspoon should be enough
cause when i start to add the thug
i really don't want to add too much
good humor is a must for me
i'd add a cup or two
cause a real man knows that laughter
can always pull you through
the fear of God is something else
you know i'd have to add
cause only God can help him deal with me
so he'll stick around when times get bad
and when it comes to flavor
chocolate chip is my favorite kind
i think i'll add a bag or two
i know that he won't mind
he'll have to be a bald man
cause that's the kind i like
and yes he must have the ability
to talk to me all night
once i've mixed up all these things
and i'm sure that's all it takes
i'd pour him out and lick the bowl
and wait for my black man to bake
Copyright © Theresa Marshall | Year Posted 2009
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