My African Hero Poem by venessa ambrose

My African Hero



An African man you are!
Skilled in diversity,
And all forms of BED VERSITY,
He doesn't need a university,
To pride his degree in WOMANOLOGY.

His greatness lies in his progeny,
Heirs and queens of posterity,
Shaped or rounded he holds his own,
Fighting wars of acceptance,
In a battle of superiority,
As a lamb with a tiger's heart.

He loves his woman rounded,
Soft and foamy to caress,
With beauty in STOMACH TOUCH,
And expertise in recreation,
Like a proud bird he shows her off,
To his folks and kinsmen.

He is made different by pigment,
Unique by his bone arrangement,
And a heart rimmed with justice,
For all of times past to present,
His counterparts strives to unravel his mystery,
And the tales behind his magic.

His nature and structure,
Lies in his mother's seed,
From mother to son the mystery is passed,
The africanism in the child,
Grows stronger in the man,
Mysterious by nature.

Like the milk for a woman,
He feeds his young with words,
Craftily selected by a history of experience,
In all his fierce wars and battles,
He saves a part for tenderness,
A tenderness showed to prove in the walls of his bed chambers only.

He is an african man,
His silence says a thousand words,
His words means a million feelings,
But above all,
He holds his treasure,
In a cocoon of his Love!

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