LOVE JONES

I met this mister from around the way. Feasting on knowledge bout you know, everyday. Most humble and exhilarated by envy or hate, confronted by jealousy that try and annihilate his energy,

But a brotha knows hate it was meant to streanthen the different routes, roots of many struggles faced upon he. Life, land, and liberty stolen with constructive mastery.

Although you could hardly believe this soul brotha still stands, stands reflecting on his blessings he brings his attention to me.

Strong and bronzed with big broad shoulders. I was captivated by his beliefs. He calmly speaks with a voice so vivid. "I got some peaches and mangos you could sell for me."

Teeth white as pearls from the great big sea hair curly and kinky... You wouldn't know, it's a Melanin thing. I'm in love with a slave it may seem.