a man

Not short, not towering,

but with a presence that precedes him.

A smile though rare;

it clears the thickest storm.


Hair and skin glow an opulent black,

of those that came before him.


Yes a man,


Lips thick; eyes a warm chocolate black.

Arms not muscular but their strength has carried generations.

On thin legs he has travelled through nations.


Not handsome;

But chiselled like a soapstone sculpture

created by those who never knew him.


A man.


© Cleopatra Chipo Kuuya 2004