His Skin is Dark
His Eyes are Bright
His Hair, Kinky-Black
His Teeth, Pearl-White
His Song of ‘Firelight’
He Sings thru Night
See This Sight
Has No Fear, No Fright
Mouth, Full of Honey
Lips, Full Like Wine
Nose, Like Horizon
… Same, Rare, Wide, Flat-Line
Purple, was His Flower
Plucked, into Plights
… but Carrying Seeds
and Ancient- Rites
Flesh, Warm and Shiny
His Heart … is His Height
Africa is His Home
… Thru His Blood … Beats Her Might …
MoonBee Canady
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