The man in me
Well-moulded into handsomeness by God,
Behold in me a true and noble man.
None meets my aura without feeling awed;
Even my foes admire me as a fan.
Come close—meet a man with a tender heart,
My sweet smile enough to make your heart move.
I smell good, walk with grace, and dress with art;
I am gentle—peace-loving like a dove.
I'm good from my within to my without,
Proudly Black, my chin shines with a soft sheen.
I'm a kind man—no need for me to shout.
Glean it—my heart is loving, pure, and clean.
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