The King

He's more than I ever could've dreamed

My knight in shining armor sent just for me

From the top of his head down to the soles of his feet

The King loves his Queen with his whole be-ing

Melanin poppin'

His brown skin aglow

The King stands tall and strong amid them all

The body of a God

Smile as bright as the sun

Whether locks or a fade, he can never be outdone.

He knows who he is

Third eye wide awake

So he struts with purpose

Slaying all in his way

Never speeding up his pace

Laying lesser men down in his wake

All those who choose not to believe

That. He. Is. King.

He is King

Not in make believe

But in the here and now

Bow down when his voice sounds

As deep as any ocean

Strength of ten African drums

His mind is a weapon, always in mo-tion

He devours stories of his ancestors

And models himself after those fearless ones

Quick to stand up to protect his Queen

His children

His community

His everything

He has everything to lose in the fight for his throne

Yet, he still rises

Battles

Be killed or kill

Refusing to give up.

He WILL reclaim his place

The seat on HIS throne

And when that time comes

Ya'll better know

That a Queen rides with her King...

They move as one

So when WE come, conversation is done

We're coming in droves

Kings and Queens coming to take back what was never rightfully yours

Now you can never say that you weren't warned.

©Melody S. 2017