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Some people have considered me muscular and Black;
Then again, I have been addressed as Sexy Red,
But many individuals take that all back
When you show them that you use your head.

Beyond the muscles of my ripped body
Is the heart of a man crying out for love;
Why must ladies see me as a man so haughty
And once I speak, they say I'm not good enough?

The withdraw of events to which you're not immuned
Only make the problem seem so much worse;
For, I do believe you get better if you're tuned
By the changes you make once you rehearse.

Throughout several of my loneliest years,
I have proven that beauty is not only skin deep;
As a grown man, I admit to crying lost tears
Whenever the time was fit to weep.

My appearance morally contradicts my personality,
Because no one can see one's heart through skin
And that is my perception of a person in reality;
For, the best way to know someone is within.

I may be a man of color, but I have intelligence;
For one with a nice body and a baby's face
Everyone sees is high irrelevance
To anything this very misty-eyed man says.

I have struggled to be loved for who I am truly
And not a single soul loves or respects me;
It is not just a feeling through me
That every and anyone rejects me.

Good looks are only something temporary,
But a good personality is everlasting
After my once sinewy body is in the cemetery,
All I can count on is goodness I've been casting.

Regardless to all events of truth or lies,
I will always be myself til my life is done.
In my tearfully brown eyes,
I see a man who heart has gone;

Beyond the very defined muscles
And behind the looks
Is a man that rustles
his heart by writing romantic books.