Nubian

New being befitting royalty

Every nuance of his character

Has a prince like quality

Starting from the poetry

In his spirit that moves me

Like the discovery of my blackness

I feel free in his attention

Penetrating eyes take me to

New dimensions

And his smile leaves me longing

For the kiss of spring

This primordial prince

God-man

King

His body moves like the

Language of my ancestors

Flowing fluently over the ripples

Of time

And my mind follows him

Like hands trace the beat

Of the drum

I get lost in his rhythm

As the dialogue of his physique

Speaks volumes to my soul

I just want to hold

His presence in my heart

Curl myself around his essence

Like the dread in his locks

Grow in this flow and meaning of his dance

And praise the distinction

Of this Nubian man…

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