An ode to the black man

In his eyes I saw light.
His light reflected onto me.
In his skin I saw gold.
His gold make enriched me.
In his arms, I felt protection.
His arms were a safe haven for me.
His spirit spoke vibrance.
He took time to help me see.
His soul was like an earthquake.
I felt enlightened to his presence.
In my eyes I saw a king, Your Majesty.
In my eyes stood a movement in a man himself.
In his words, I he spoke great health.
With such great wealth in a man himself,
No wonder the world wanted to attack his wealth.
The Black man contains the highest form of male dominance.
His Romance is wanted by the world because of his great strength and lack of fear.
In his eyes they cast a Stereotype.
I see no truth there.
The black male is to be elevated.
In my eyes he is King, Your majesty.
No mutation can create the great gifts that he brings.
Only God himself could create such things.
In their eyes, there is fear.
Black man, for you we care.
In my eyes he is King.
My majesty, speak up.....
are you still there?