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.