Anonymous Chris
I’d be remiss if I missed
The man that made it to the top of my list
He’ll remain anonyms, let’s just call him Chris
Summer 2006 having to feel my wrist to check my pulse
Too good to be true coming true, who ever knew
That I’d be one of the very few to yahoo a worldwide search
And come in contact with a rare breed of man
A rare seed of man
I’m living in winter wonderland in the middle of a heat wave
irrespective of time
Sending chills up my spine
My mind was playing tricks on me
Pinching myself to wake to reality
Chris was still standing in front of me
Making sure I was fed
Making sure I got sleep
Being sure to keep me in his prayers
Being sure the stairs weren’t too steep for me
Treating me…Treating me
Like a human being should be
Meeting my need for quality…
Carrying my weights
He put himself aside for my sake
Refraining from preposterous mandates
With his words he’d motivate
Not coning me as bait
Whoah son, is this a date?
No just a good brotha incarnate meeting me in one tall, dark and handsome slate
Not attempting to captivate or sedate or intoxicate or penetrate
I hit checkmate
And now I know what type of man I should wait…for
Indentured servitude to my soul
Leavin me in a trance
Makin all the other suckas I been dealin wit look like ants
In the pants
Scatterin, leavin room for only one standard in my life
That’s the best
I won’t settle for nothing less
Not that mess
Fellas tryin to dress to impress
Leaving me to guess
When they can really care less
While they’re in recess
I’m in stress tryin to express and confess
While they’re tryin to caress and undress all it is that I possess
But I digress
Cause my summer wasn’t about them
But him…for a moment…
It was only one month and my mind was changed
This brotha was on it!
Makin me think twice
Bout who I spend my time with…
Was I dreaming?
What was the meaning of us meeting?
Cause I been thinking…
Although you’ve been a grand marquis
You and me will never ever be
And that is quite alright with me
It’s just that you’ve made me see
Changing my canon to the 10th degree
set me free from universal misconceptions
your truth is so taintless and blameless
that in this poem I can’t even achieve the deception
bound to your lesson
enslaved to my own confession
and thus having to admit
that all along your name has always been Chris
The man that made it to the top of my list
He’ll remain anonyms, let’s just call him Chris
Summer 2006 having to feel my wrist to check my pulse
Too good to be true coming true, who ever knew
That I’d be one of the very few to yahoo a worldwide search
And come in contact with a rare breed of man
A rare seed of man
I’m living in winter wonderland in the middle of a heat wave
irrespective of time
Sending chills up my spine
My mind was playing tricks on me
Pinching myself to wake to reality
Chris was still standing in front of me
Making sure I was fed
Making sure I got sleep
Being sure to keep me in his prayers
Being sure the stairs weren’t too steep for me
Treating me…Treating me
Like a human being should be
Meeting my need for quality…
Carrying my weights
He put himself aside for my sake
Refraining from preposterous mandates
With his words he’d motivate
Not coning me as bait
Whoah son, is this a date?
No just a good brotha incarnate meeting me in one tall, dark and handsome slate
Not attempting to captivate or sedate or intoxicate or penetrate
I hit checkmate
And now I know what type of man I should wait…for
Indentured servitude to my soul
Leavin me in a trance
Makin all the other suckas I been dealin wit look like ants
In the pants
Scatterin, leavin room for only one standard in my life
That’s the best
I won’t settle for nothing less
Not that mess
Fellas tryin to dress to impress
Leaving me to guess
When they can really care less
While they’re in recess
I’m in stress tryin to express and confess
While they’re tryin to caress and undress all it is that I possess
But I digress
Cause my summer wasn’t about them
But him…for a moment…
It was only one month and my mind was changed
This brotha was on it!
Makin me think twice
Bout who I spend my time with…
Was I dreaming?
What was the meaning of us meeting?
Cause I been thinking…
Although you’ve been a grand marquis
You and me will never ever be
And that is quite alright with me
It’s just that you’ve made me see
Changing my canon to the 10th degree
set me free from universal misconceptions
your truth is so taintless and blameless
that in this poem I can’t even achieve the deception
bound to your lesson
enslaved to my own confession
and thus having to admit
that all along your name has always been Chris
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