The New Black Man

I imagine you

Standing erect

Your smooth, poreless, mahogany arms and one clenched fist resting in the other c-cupped palm

Rugged, cocoa peaks preside over you in the distance with thick green shrubbery clinging to its base like a toddler circling its mother with outstretched arms waiting to be picked up

Your face stern but quick to release a smile at the slightest engagement

We, little gods, around you

Open up, crushing on your discipline and charm, your professional approach to life like teenage school girls intoxicated with the charismatic new teacher


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