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Not the lover of my mother
This man was my brother
The first man I ever loved
Yet this isn’t a sad story
he terried with the tides
his stamina independent
Never contingent
To the situation nor years of
discrimination that were systemic
So when you shake his hands
they are rough and arms strong
Cause he’s always helped me
He was the first man I loved
