My friends wonder where
he started this amazing drawing.
I was inherently a baggy
when he started making my sketch,
my face like an unshaped doll.
It was his mastery hands
drawing a man,
pasted my nose
attached eyes and ears
fixed my lips.
I was in my dark path
Freakish
Nervous
Fragile
Uncertainty, scrappy broken dreams in human cycle
And afraid of the future behind me.
His creative impulses were genuine,
Constructing a contemporary wonder.
I am a man.
Extraordinary.
Extraordinary man,
That his mastery hands crafted.
I walk into a crowd
Like role models
Stirring human dreams.
They are clapping,
They are standing.
Bowing like servants before African king.
They hold siege around me
Like amass of rioting bees.
They wonder,
At the smile on my face
The color of my skin
The natural instincts of my mother tongue,
I am a man
Extraordinary.
Extraordinary man,
That his mastery hands have crafted.
My friends wonder,
They think I won a lottery.
I say to them
I am not a magician
They wonder
When they see how fast I walk
I inspire them.