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I love my mother.and i am a NIG-GODNig-gods," an anthem to black brothers:Black men are the only creationthat command your attention on impactby their color, their spirit, the way they actas a matter of fact, I'm amazedat how they handle situationsall across these nationsdoors locking, purse watching,looks of fear as they enter the stationbut they laugh and move on,steady grooving to a song : Tamika Harper a.k.a - 'Georgia Me'Poem: "A like Story" Poet: Will Da~Real One BellShe, made me want to write a love poem, Intimate shit like holding hands watching ducks swim in a lake, in the rain. I still dont know from witch direction she came but all of a sudden, she was standing right in the middle of my future heart still held together by fresh sutures from her last heart break, see life had given her some shit that was to hard to take so all she wanted now is to find a comfort zone with her panties still on and I could tell how she hung around after the poetry venue she was wanting to go anywhere but home. But how do you explain to a man look, I know its about 230 in the morning but I dont feel like tying to go home, and my lingering dont mean that Im trying to bone Im just trying not to be alone. See her desire to be poked and prodded had been gone and I can see her franticly dialing numbers on her cell phone, for somebody to rescue her from forced solitude, so I say excuse me Ms sorry if Im being forward or rude, but do you mind joining me for a bite to eat? She hesitantly replys and said well thats kind of sweet, but I really must go I have a lot of work to do this week, so Im like look, I know most meals at 233 are prepare between two sheets but I aint sat and talked with a woman in about two weeks and I was hoping we could sit and chat like old new friends just so I can feel human again and I understand time is valuable and was just hoping you had a few extra minutes to spend. So she says, well I guess I can chill for a minute or two as long as eat is all we do but I really dont do this, so Im like Ms, listen, I can look in your eyes and recite word for word the last lie that he told you, I can still see the disappointment on your face from the last time he hung with his boys instead of staying home to hold you, I can play a mental tape from the past three arguments where instead of simply saying he was wrong he decided to scold you so tonight all we will do is allow me a man to acknowledge you and build a friendship that grows on, aint nothing wrong with a little intimacy with your clothes on, besides, I come in peace, no hidden agenda underneath I just noticed a look in your eyes that was very familiar. Because sometimes I know going home to be alone feels like its just going to kill ya. So Im just trying to give you what I wish somebody would give me on most nights and thats just a good conversation.
My heartbeatin
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