2008/11 My King Jr. Poem by Kiracakes09 ...

What is it about him
I just can't stop dreaming
I can't stop hoping
I can't stop now
Pure magic falls from his lips
I'm a little kid again and he's the answer to my worries
He's the Peter Pan of my reality
My safe getaway inside my real world
Stability and structure
I believe everything he tells me
Because he doesn't blink when he speaks
Doesn't look away or twiddle his fingers
His voice doesn't falter when he makes me a promise
Because he knows what he's talking about
Unlike others who didn't care
My eyes are wide open like I can believe in nothing else
But magic in my future
Because he's here now to ride it out with me
My heart flips when he talks in an educated tone
He's brilliant
And he's going places...
What more could I ask for, for a black man

11 a.m.