Hasani

They call me Hasani but most wonder why Is it because of the twinkling in my eye Or rather the way the vibrations run down your spine When I whisper sweet nothings divine In your ear, or maybe its that gentle touch That comes from years of doing so much With fingers precise, a mind that is concise I am Hasani, I paid that price Maybe it’s the way my golden skin moves And stretches around to the beat of the groove Is it the ruggedness that keeps you awake Is it how firm but gentle I give my handshake Possibly it’s the sound of my voice at 2 am That leaves you ready to lay eggs like a hen So I cock and I crow in your coop all night And wake up the next morning feeling all right Could it be the hair like sheep’s wool that makes you swoon The bristly beard that tickles your poon Or lips that are full and soft to the touch That leaves you jealous but what can I say, what? Maybe it’s the confidence that flows all around me The vibe of pride that engulfs me I stand tall with my head up high My shoulders back and my chest filled with pride In the motherland I am deemed handsome I make it my being and then some You can not deny my presence Whether I be king or lowly peasant Hasani am I and to that I will linger Pressing forward on that stone and there I will linger For none has cometh and doeth as I I am Hasani, Hasani am I