White soul

Pure soul

Rhythm and blue

Eyes

Cannot hide anything

Can sea y very thing

Man aged to pass through the

Trial sand tribulations of child

Hood

And young adulthood

The mar rage of sympathy and empathy

The miracle of taking pain but

Never giving it back

Recognizing right and wrong

“Good head on your shoulders”

She once said

And perhaps the first man to recognize

The one between his legs was smarter

Than that one because one of the final

Tests on time

Was realizing that one girl was not The One

And his pre front all core text

Could not compute

But he still could not lie

Did not cheat

Never did

Never Will

And he found it with in him

With the help of no one else

The Strength.

The man said “No.”

And the corona shone was nearly complete

The Boy Who Lived, lived.

The orphan with two biological parents.

The so callEd supernatural was natural for him.

You had to be there to believe it because

Either you saw it

You believed him

Or you didn’t.

Or you thought he was crazy.

He looked death in the face

He looked her in the face

Eye widow pen by the Truth

He stood his ground

The phoenix rose from the flames

True independence.

True freedom.

No violence.

Harm reduction for him Self no ego just

Words and inner strength.

He made the impossible possible.

Somehow, an adult man with a Pure Soul.

Fair skin, red hair, Black Culture.

White Soul.

The King had arrived because He

Really

Reali Zed.

He Is Him.