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Women

Simply get hypnotized and

Magnetically drawn to my

Understanding of their plight

So much so - they confide in me secrets

As if I am one of their girlfriends, and even

Some secrets that they wouldn't confide in

Their girlfriends



Though Brothers sold out to

Macho Bullshit - label me

Player or Fag - neither one belong to me



Though my addiction to my

Hearts' definition of beauty

Finds its' reflection in the Souls

Of Sisters - I am not

Infatuated with the chocolate color coating

My heart is colorblind



Sisters and Brothers both

Are impressed with my Afrikaans dress

Stare in disbelief

At my deep rhythmic Congo moves

As if I am some sort of comic relief



Sisters see me as what

All men should be - even

Want me to be their sugar daddy

Baby's father, boy toy

Pinocchio with out the strings

But remotely controlled



Yet, when I don't respond to

Such selfish make-a-penny-free-wish

Something must be broke - like a toy

Rusted in the rain



After further investigation

They realize - I am the "Real McCoy"

And then some

And they probably could/would go with it

If it wasn't for my being

A White Man



To break it down further

I fell in love with a sister who had a lover

In return she used us both

I had to cut her loose - but she never did

Let me go



I met an Afrikan Queen

Beaten by a Brother

And still carrying Battle Scars

She would sex me like

She would sex no Other

Only to make me her Sugar Daddy

Thinking - all I wanted was a taste of Dark Meat

When actually - I loved her for she



Many Brothers curse me - in the heat of

Envious, jealousy - Wondering what

Quotes of Shakespeare did I use



Both sisters had flocked to my side - for my sensitivity

(Often referred to as a man's feminine)

And love I had to give - If all you ever had

Were sour apples - a delicious one may cause

You to vomit - they would use me for what they

Felt was theirs to take - and never go the one

Step - I was willing to go

Without doubt, no question



Now they both had children

Who unconditionally loved me

As I did them - if only their mothers

Would follow suit



Many Brothers say I am confused

Because I hang out in all the Black Clubs

And know all the Black Lyrics to all the Black Songs

Yet, I don't like Rap (as if all Blacks like Rap)

But I know all too well who I am - which is a

Black Woman Trapped In A White Man's Body