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make me a man




make me a man sir.
carve his hairline,
chisel his jaw
and give him perfect teeth.

make me a man.
harden his chest,
caramel and tough,
smooth enough that i
can lay my head on
every other night.

make me a man sir.
tall or not,
just as long as he carries
me on our wedding night.

make me a man;
one, who opens doors
reads my verses
places me on his lap
and plays with me silly
at two a.m.

make me a man
who, every night or day
i'd marvely lift my hands
in praise:
"hallelujah. HE reigns"

make me a man
not a perfect doll.
a man,
imperfect as he is
yet
perfect in my eyes.

make me one sir.

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