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A braided dome of never ending thoughts

Symmetrically designed

Symbolic of his mind

Row after row of twisting and turning  

Such   angles   of        di   ver   si   ty

Too complex for the average eye to see

This tyrant of thug passion

So caramel and  sweet

Standing firmly behind his mind

And the fullness of his soul

His  spirit free

His touch divine



Dazzling brown eyes

Like pools of water - but only softer

A constant reflection of truth and reality

His devilish grin

Sparkling

And smiling

Yielding kisses long and breathless

Serving time with his tongue

Imbuing one's palate with multiple honeys

Making the creamiest of thighs run

As mocha golden silhouettes

Slowly    merge     into     unison

With the ascension of the Son



Tongue of intellect

Street

And survival

His spirit black with history

Thirsty ambitions

Determined for reciprocity

A constant diffidence

Of his white man's rival

This thug of passion

Embraced by the evolution's

Of what time has passed him

His heritage loud

Pride strong

His skin proud



It is not enough to be a man

A lover

Friend

Or father

A brother indeed

Or a decorated scholar

You see - to them..

He will never truly-be

To them..

All that exists is what they see - l i t e r a l l y



Not an equal

But a mere affirmation

M a n i f e s t e d

By   ambiguous   laws   and  principles  of  a  contradictive  nation

Void   of  compassion  for  he  who  was  enslaved    r e p e t i t i v e l y

By Unjustly

Unfit

And    I n e q u i t a b l e    situations  

Across the sands..

His bloodline tainted by surrogate hands

His pledge of allegiance to a lie

That has robbed

Raped

And ill advised him with deceitful compromise

Malignancies of his histories

Crippling him stereotypically

Labeling his kind

As the ultimate menace of society

The Usual Suspect he is indeed...



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