Dedicated to my best friend, Jeremey C. Watson

The Four Tops sang about Bernadette, but that’s only because they didn’t know me


I am not Nikki Giovanni.
I am not revolutionary,
but I have something to say
about those beautiful Black men.

Baby, you send me.
I could build my whole
world around you
when you wear bright
red, green, purple,
Bluetooth in ear.

I am not Nikki Giovanni.
I am not revolutionary,
but I have something to say
about those beautiful Black men.

Out of sight, funky beats, hip-hop style,
I get this feeling,
proves my theory:
Black men look good
in just about anything from
Armani suits,
poppin’ Crystal,
playin’ basketball
in sweaty, dirty, ratty
sexy old clothes.

I am not Nikki Giovanni.
I am not revolutionary,
but I have something to say
about those beautiful Black men.

I have straight hair,
my skin is white rice,
but I can’t help myself,
I want you and nobody else.

Let me say it again:
I am not Nikki Giovanni.
I am not revolutionary,
but I have said my piece
about those beautiful Black men.