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
Copyright © Stevenson Benoit | Year Posted 2007
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