He’s a strong black man
Doing all he can
To make it in a harsh cruel
world that hates him
His color
His strength
His length
His width
His height
His depth
Hiss like a snake
Miss his fiery lake
Kiss his lip
Kiss his head
Lay in his bed
Not dead
but live
Until he gives
me my fill
Kill all those who oppose
his divine gold
Rolled up in bundles of four
The final score
Open the door
Let me in
Not by the hair of
your chinny chin chin
I grin
We win
or rather spin into eternity
Just me and you
Just the few
Who survive
Who thrive
Who make it out alive
God bless, Shirah Chante, Relationship Artist
Listen to “Divine Direction” on Perfect Body
podcast to be led the right way.
