Mr. Africa Poetry Lounge!
See I'm the type of sistah that loves to be held and loves to be touched.
Especially by those beautiful tan, ebony, bmocha, and Extra dark
BLACK men I love so much.
I don't know what it is about a black man that makes my body shake.
Causing goose bumps to develop and fluid to flow like lava from a volcano
and tremors from an earthquake.
See in this day and age, there are slim pickins and few qualified
men to be found.
The ones out there are either taken, dead, gay, or on lock down.
Oh, and did I forget to mention the so-called playas?
Use you up, spit ya out and its see ya lata.
But, I say this outta love, I'm not playa hata.
But forget all that. I'm looking for a real man. A true BROTHA.
Someone who can be understandin and an excellent friend and mental lover.
"Able to leap tall buildings in a single bound."
Nah, Nah. Nix that. I'm not looking for no Superman clown!
He does have to be educated. Yet have an ear to the streets.
And able to cry on my shoulder if need be.
Because we'd be N'sync like that. I'm there if he needs me.
See like I said before, the pickins are slim.
And right now, this is just the situation I'm in.
But, one day I'll find my soul mate. Someone who's ripe for the pickin.
Until that day, I'll just wait and won't give into Slim Pickins.
Written by Antoinette Howard
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