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
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