Tough in resolve
Skin that radiates life
Muscles that call for glory of birth
Born protectors
Strength fit for trained kings

Men of black soil
They never coil
And if they boil
They really toil
For they know the soil

From Ghana
To Nigeria
The Gambias
To Kenya
Any blackness with muscles
Is a goldmine of happiness
Black is sweetness parceled
Strength needed for cuddling
And brightness in originality
Few bad nuts roam
But cannot taint the face of reality
My black man, my sunshine
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2016

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