The fusion I hear
When jazz is in the air
Not a damn word appears
Orgasmic to my ears
Men playing along their souls with out fear
Percussion, saxophones, piano oh lord I think that was a tear
Tearing of my skin trying to let this music in
This wondrous compilation
Ridding of all frustration
Believe it or not my spirit is trying to go into manifestation
True music moves mountains, and sets your soul free.
Is there that man
Im not sure if I believe anymore
Not sure if the intuitive lover exists anymore
Not sure if consistency, reciprocity, real love. Does it exist? Mere contemplation makes me want to draw a fist.
Love making from the inside out
Deep thoughts transcending in silences
Someone who Id wear no robe of secrecy with
The only earthly being I could confide in
Romancing one another spiritually
Glances filled with rich lyrical symphonies
Could there be that man
To love me for me
In quiet moments when I look into his eyes Id see reflections of me
For we would be one in the same
Yet different bodies wed claim
Could there be that man
Ready to show me his love dance
Caress my body and thoughts while in his man stance
Penetrate deep down in my soul
While creating oceans that my panties could not hold
Could there be that man
Who knows unconditional love is a possibility, and chooses to exercise it with me
All trials and tribulations wed encounter were just meant to strengthen our bond
Because he knows the essence of dreams to fruition starts with, I can
Could there be that man
Who shows me his tears
Lets me in on his fears
Mentally strong yet emotionally tender
When he thinks of me his first thoughts arent how could I bend her?
Could there be that man
Who knows perms and extensions arent natural
Long hair fake nails dont matter
That they are all representations of lack of self love imposed by the oppressor
Whos willing to see the beauty in his woman if she chooses to throw away the press and curl
And maybe shave her head or grow some dreads or wear her natural curls
Could there be that man
That knows his and her bodies are temples encasing the soul
Stepping out of the relationship is not a manly goal
Its just contamination of the soul
Thats deteriorating the whole
Faithful and true because he knows it doesnt take a day to realize that the sun is shining
Yet realizes that true love isnt always knocking at his door
Its usually loves imposter Lust that is breaking down his door
Telling him he needs to score
Enticing him to bust and slam every woman to the floor
Could there be that man?
Do you see that man?
An ideal is not what I just explored
Its what separates real men from being societys common corner whores
So I plug into myself
Listen to my own tunes
Create my own rhythm
Dance to my own beat
Fighting to avoid the shame that comes with defeat
Preaching to me a mile a minute
How I should be, how I should live in it
From the time I open my eyes in the morning
To the moment I close them again at night
Im fed smokes screens and mirrors, fragile like glasses
Empty and drone like they want me to be like the masses
Ghetto superstar, or chocolate skin with pretentious blonde extensions
This is what they forget to mention
When they gather us all to participate
And become brainwashed in at their universal conventions
Fighting temptation and just trying to be
What do they call it
I think it was
T.V
(words on my back in poster)
