My Excuse
By Lion BlessUp
A systematic spoken word
Recommended song to go with reading
Song: Particles Artist: Nothing but Thieves
How do I love?
I am a black man in America,
and I don’t know the first thing about love.
I know how to say it, Make eye contact,
I love you I LOVE you I LOVE YOU
My actions, say otherwise.
Sure baby, I'll rub your feet, massage your hand, and hold you close after sexing as long as a life span,
When does the love start? At what point does it play a part?
This shit is no longer a secret,
What I do with you, I do with the next,
Monogamy isn't in my strain, polyamorous is where I stand.
The root, goes back to before the anti-slave act, when
Big muscles, a strong back, and an elongated penis made you a breeder,
Full lips, big breast, and wide hips made you a receiver,
Marriage, was a commitment between two people that master could easily break,
Attachment became nonexistent, for the servant’s sake.
Any, strapping young bull could have your lady,
Any, plump heifer could have your man.
Today, black women look for overbearing muscles and a humongous issue,
Black men, look for juicy booties and hips that can produce team.
This is my truth!
How do I love? IDK,
When I'm predisposed to breed
many cows, me and plenty women
go together like hand and glove
I was never taught how to love.
And I was hoping, you could help
me experience it.
Lion Bless up
That's
My Excuse