Perception ( Not all that glitters, is gold )

I met a man, a good looking Brother.

Damn, he was so fine.
The sky must have trembled the day he was born.

A mismatch of Blair Underwood, Idris Elba – no,

Wait…perhaps even Taye digs and some Shemar Moore.

But nevertheless, he was so hot – tasty like

that cold chocolate milkshake on a sunny day.

With each strut by the side-walk as he walked,
a feeling of pride as he run his fingers o’er his chin,

beautiful eyes as he faked a smile and paused to speak.
I must have trembled inside!

Stuttered as i struggled to remember my name…

Roaches must have wound up my insides with the magic

that i almost assumed sprung from his sexy lips.
Till i posed a shutdown, a few mumblings,

distractions in my system, my mind revolting-

strange feelings here and there.

Somehow i imagined how Eve must

have felt the first time she met Adam.
And here i was, with all these sensations,

an old classic i mimed, a beautiful poem-

revoking nature in many ways.

Yet somehow, his speech broke- and his pride flickered,

a silence that now dawned with each glare.
His voice with more clarity-

his pride now released a rare stench,

a lesser intelligence through his words-
suddenly, all that glitter varnished and there he stood

stark naked before me, a rare indecent exposure,

a notch underneath his weak poise.

His pathetic pride, the fold on his skin-

a mask he caressed.

It was like i had regained my sight

and proper judgment- suddenly, he looked Ugly.

And i saw him for who he is;

only an arrogant handsome face

good muscular body with

some ice but no intelligence and respect.
My name more visibly spoken,

a beautiful clarity as he watched me walk away.

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Author: AfroetryC

I am an African woman and a mother to a precious little angel. I love to use the term "Afro-floetic Queen" mostly to describe my poetry and my roots. I love poetry...art, soul music and inspirational bits of knowledge to offer advice and counseling to those who need it. I can be very witty, straight forward but fun. Ha. ha... A colorful perception of the world - expressed in my poetry. I want to inspire people with my Poetry...give them hope, while also advising them. Life is a learning process and i am happy when one of my pieces directly affects or inspires one of my readers. Let's take a detour around experience, and let me fill your minds with sweet poetic juices.... Note: Just changed my user name from FloetryC to AfroetryC because the latter is more personal and describes my Spoken Word Poetry better.

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