This Man Poem by Francis Julian Zewu

This Man
Who is this man?
The man who was hidden, but now revealed,
Who is this man? The man who very presence echoes greatness,
Who in a short time, came and threw my world off its axle,
Whose very name makes me shiver?

Who is this man?
A man so pure, yet so manly,
A sight for sore eyes, loved by all but held dear by one,
A real man, thought provoking, brilliant, and studious,
Who is this man?
Do you really want to know?
If I told you would you believe me?
He can sit amongst kings, rulers and men in authority,
He can climb the tallest mountain, and sail the deep blue seas
This man is MY man, not yours but mine
He is me and I am him,
A wonder made exclusively, specifically, for me, not you but me,
His name is Julian but you can call him Jay,
J for justice,
U for not u but me,
L for life which he has so much to live for,
I for inquisitive always wanting to get to the bottom of things
A for an angel in disguise,
N or nobility a true characteristic that he has,
This is that man, that God man
That man who is on top,
That man who is me and I am him.
Now do you know who that man is?

Tammy Stomper Buchanan