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SWORD POET’’S SOLO.

LEON
ONE FINE BROTHER
What has ever gone wrong with being
fine?
Can’t a fine black brother walk with
Godly strides,
With his head held high
When he approaches a fair sister to
offer a glass of wine?
What has ever gone wrong with being so
cute?
Must he be arraigned, judged and
prosecuted until his ‘Fine-ness’
Leave the jury mute?
And undecided on whether he be here for
real,
 Or he just anticipating a drill?
Whether he be self-conscious, smug, or
likely to match other ladies’ appeal?
Whether he made you your milk spill?
Whether freely you gave your heart or
made him steal?
And forgetting that you got blown away
and suggested to make him your body feel,
When your whole dress off your body
peeled?
I cannot apologize for being all the
names you call me;
Fine, cute, baby, sexy/handsome, honey,
booboo, hunky.
Funny how they begin to dish out names
Even when they claim a brother is on
relationship probation.
Can’t a brother just have a healthy
conversation with a sister,
Without her spelling out his eyes as
worded letters on copulation?
I guess his cuteness sets the occasion
when he’s dashing.
So his appearance takes every bit’o
your confidence
And right on the floor is smashing.
So when next time, him you are upsizin’
Careful, t’might be your ship that with
your own hands you be capsizin’.
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