Evolution of man, or just a change in the weather, it’s still hot these days and so am I, but I wish I didn’t feel like such an alien in my own world. Little Green Man, well more a simple black man but why do I dare to dream?
What of those leafy greens?
Popeye and his can of spinach,
and if I could be like him
for being a man means
I will not fall, I will stand tall
but what kind of man would I be
if I could not be me?
Break the wall
like Samson, the Hulk, or Hercules
a child of God
or to Apollo, I’d nod
asking please, please, please
race across the sky
because how many wishes will I need
How many stars are there indeed
superman may try
to count, if I could believe
that I wouldn’t miss a single one
I’d be done
as autumn leaves
getting in my way
like the best thief
of my sanity, asking how might I keep
The man I am today
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