what maketh a black man
his clothes
his big car
his ideals
or his display of testosterone
his house does
it tells a story
a forgotten story
a story as acient as his black skin
where he comes from
where is going
a picture of a baby boy cuddled in his mother's arms
an african drum dominating the periphery
a symbol of forgotten evening songs and lullabies
a hi-fi, to echo praises of yestertime and of the new world
musks hanging frightening on the wall
a symbol of ancient wars
hunting expeditions and festive tales
his african glory
the house house his big car
his clothes and ideals
his dreams and his family
the house sketches the story of a black man
its in the bubbly laughter
that spill from the depth of her soul
its in the bubbly attitude
that captivate the mind
its in the bubbly smile
that illuminate the sedated heart
its in the mystic compassion
as tall as herself
its in the twinkle of her eyes
as smooth as a Pebble
thas why
i know
i know that though i might be somewhere
and you, someother place
either i am up a tree
and you walking majestically underneath
i will always look down
and know that i 've got a friend
she entered my house
having seen her before
this time was divine
the coffee coloured face was drop dead gorgeous
clothes showed sinuously graceful figure
tall and gracefully she held my hand
hypotonised, i got tongue tied
her spell casting eyes were sparkling
as i opened my mouth, it was trembling
tall and graceful she flashed a smile
it could easily move a hill
secretly i spied on the magic of the smile
from the middle of the mouth
it slowly spread to the right where it froze
tall and gracefully she turned her long neck
like a gazelle she moved to the rhythm of the music
her longer than long legs seemed to go on and on
dedicately carrying her swinging slender body
mesmerised, i looked on.
Cuddling in front of TV
Hugging tightly
Throwing pillows at each other
Holding hands in the park
Sparkling eyes that says thank you
But at times love is Tsunami
It takes you up and down
Takes you froth and back
Reels you round and round
Leaving you dizziily drowned
But then man can't live without love
Calmed he goes search for it again
Having found it
He becomes intoxicated by its spell
Then forgets the Tsunami
Until another tide drown him
Or go surfing in a beautiful wave
