A new one

A new one

Tight.
Even in the gentle breeze
How can I not love myself
Tight.
Even with my lover’s hold
Her nails piercing deep but hot
Tight
Like the fragrance of shampoo
On my dark curly hair.
Who are black men that you cannot love
A nobody that makes you drop your jaws.

Natural built and body sweat
Say mama’s food did the best
Veins ripe and broading chest
Say I grip you in the night
Beneath the stars and you scream my name
Let your hands wander on this healthy skin
Black, brown ,
I’m a god.

The shade of our shadows
Comely yet strong
Reliable yet funny
Nothing but beautiful
Black man I am
Black I remain
Under the sun
We don’t need names.

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