My Man

Dreads swingin’ Golden brown skin Deep south Drawl Cunning like A fox Sharp as An eagle So strung out; Me I mean Over your love Security and protection Is all I feel In his arms A familiarity Like no other With you I Feel back to My roots I can smell the Collard greens I can hear The very faint But definite power Of a language So foreign to me You can have me So high But when I crash Oh I can see In you The hurt When you Get itchy To go To leap up and leave me Either in the Dead of night or Going to grab Some smoke Because it’s not In your spirit To sit still You are made up of Long roads No end Or specific Destination in sight Just open air And a Freedom That only birds know You cuss me Because like always But I hope Not forever You don’t know How to deal with Your anger Because like Always but I hope not forever Your just another Black man Who was left Abandoned by Another black man Leaving behind An endless cycle Of tough love But see tough love Is what I’m made Of It’s in my spirit To wipe at Your scars To grease your scalp While you Tell me Of your adventures To tell you that Nothing or no one Can stop you From touching the sky