The true African pounds his gut and lays his chest bare,
Carves a wooden stave and spanks his 7th wife on her wobbly tush..
He stands with gaiety and authority claiming certain vices to be true,
And others around him are false, white men are fake and their ways are foreign,
He plants a seed in the earth that is the richness of life,
Seed grows to a new dark continent, seedlings develop to a new brand day,
He plants a seed in that dark bush of sublime wet pussy and the richness of her brown nipples, the taste of her spicy African clit,
Seed grows to a new dark child, seedlings develop into an African man,
Tha African man is dominant and full of disguise,
One day he is a lion king, a man to be respected,
His roar and glare are piercing and worship him now!
His roar is deep, his bite is tough and rips the seam for which man and great man are divided: he is both,
His one and only hope is that he becomes a giant amongst them all,
One day he lingers, his heart broken and a bitter glare spreads across the lineage of his upper cheek bone to the side of his mouth..
His mouth lingers, his soul still,
His mouth cups another woman’s breast and in that instant,
His mouth speaks words of independence and forces him to stand tall,
One day this man…TO BE CONTINUED/EDITED