The Taste of a BLACK MAN
Uuntil today I have not experiencedWhat it means to be with a black man,
How a kiss feels, the skin of a black man.
Those full lips, the color of wine,
The taste of cinnamon and sweet cloves;
With an ivory smile,white as milk,
As the figure of the deity named Ogün,
With the strength of the Senegal tribe,
Movements of a buffalo
And the look of a rattle snake,
The skin the color of cocoa.
Until today i have not taste a black man.
And i discovered within his arms,
As strong as the tall sugar cane,
As high as the pines of the forest,
That until today I have not touched
The skin of a black man
So similar to mine.
On a night as dark as a black panther,
Our skins united to make a blend
The taste of coconut and caresses of mint and spearmint.
Just for one night did I truly know
What the taste of a black man was.
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