Black Men

Now, I'm going to try to explain, but you may not understand. There is nothing in this world, nothing, like a Black Man. Now, Ive tried other races, different colors, creeds, and kinds. But none that could compare to my black man I could not find. Some try to immolate his walk, talk his talk, you know that sweet slang. But no man can copy the way my brother does his thang. My Black Man, with his thick lips, wide nose, and high cheek bones. High yellow, blue-black, caramel brown, Black Man spells beauty in all skin tones. Now, I will always discriminate against the others,because I just love my Black brothers. Dred locks or braids, curls, baldies, or fades. It don't matter, I just love them, I cant get enough of them. NO matter what the other man might say, I'm behind my brother man all the way. Pushing him, pulling him, carrying him, whatever it takes. See, my Black Man has to make it. If he falls, we fall, because no one can take his place. Now, I tried to explain, but some of you still don't understand that there is nothing in this whole world, I mean nothing, like a Beautiful Black Man