He
He can stand short or tall
He can be black or white
He can have dreeds or a clean shaved head
He knows what to do when I am down
He takes his hands and hold me so i want hit the ground
He truns all my frowns into smiles
He use his words to comfort me
He is just a glimse away yet i cant reach out to touch him
so untill i can feel my He i will be in this world of them
untill he comes around
Copyright © Larrietta Taylor | Year Posted 2007
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