Ya make a me wanna holler,
And throw up both my hands, 
God knows I love my beautiful black men.
Coming in so many shapes, sizes
and variety of soulful colors,
There ain’t nothing like a Black,
mocha, brown, russet or coco brotha.  
No other’s can compare,
To your strength and rampant nature,
Only you can produce your unique kind of flavor.
Master blended extremely well, just like Columbian coffee,
I beg that visions of you never get up off me.
Now stand right there and dig my POETRY.

Don’t feel bad if other’s resent,
You because you can represent,
The total package of mas—cu—li—ni— ty.
The essence of you continues on to infinity,
It grows tall and strong like an oak tree,
Reaching for the sky for all to see,
I can stand here all day and describe what cha mean to me.
You appeal to me cuz I know where you came from,
I can still hear the soft beat of the distant drums,
Mesmerizing me leaving me undone,
Stilling my heart warming my body like the sun,
Shinning on me making my insides burn.
Your eyes --- I see your eyes seducing me, making me yearn,
For just one second in your powerful arms.
I gasp for breath when I talk about you,
The way ya talk the way ya move,
Each day with you makes me feel brand new,
You are my hero you are my boo,
To me you’re not a what, why or who,
 You’re a man --- a black man who makes me move,
You’re someone too valuable to loose.
Watching you makes my heart flutter, 
Cause there ain’t nothing like a 
Black, mocha, brown, russet or coco brotha.