My African-American King


I love my African-American king.
I love him from the tip of his nose
to the bottom of his toes,
from his full lips
to his fingertips.
I love it all-
his brown eyes
and his black locs,
his broad shoulders
and arms like boulders.
With a smile so bright, he stole my heart
and I stood, a willing victim.
Why?
Because I love my African-American king.
My African-American king,
your power is great,
and your abilities are limitless.
Even the tiniest bead of sweat on your brow can destroy nations.
My love, you are just that powerful.
My African-American king,
your words epitomize intelligence-
a born leader, humble yet confident
with every step you take, the ground trembles under your feet,
much as my heart does whenever we meet.
So, baby, don't give in to rage,
and please don't hold your head down.
Instead, manifest your dominance and pride
because you wear a crown.

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I am fifteen years old and reside in New Jersey. I've always adored poetry and I've been writing for as long as I can remember. It's been my dream to write beautiful poetry and to have it read and enjoyed by people all over the globe. My parents are very supportive and have always encouraged me to write. This poem is inspired by and dedicated to my significant other, my king.