MY PRIVATE PART

At the sweet break of dawn, comes the rising of the sun

Standing before my mirror with no covering on

Looking at my self reflection with no over bearing erection

Into my elegant manhood from my little childhood

The seed that was sown, the harvest from the bone

Beautiful and wonderful was the gift given from above

Black and bold, strong precious as gold

The unveiling of the man in the hood to be told.

Unto the world was a child born,

Out of the dust was he created to belong

Born on a Sunday evening, words that was spoken from beginning

Simple with little pimples, grew up sucking his mama’s nipples

Hailed from Osun state, born and raised in Ogun state

The first child of the threesome, a duo of the handsome

An introvert, cool but not shy, an appealing smile that always fly

Reserve in attitude, conserve in magnitude

A creative mind with fresh aptitude, God fearing and loving

A pure spirit with a tough face, natural black lips with red eye laced

A bad boy with conscience, a very good sharp guy entertaining the audience

Involved in everything but never addicted to anything

Radical but not a rascal, cool but not a fool

Rash on the outside, beauty on the inside

Welcome to my private part, my bigger inner man.

Definition of my style is simple

I love good music and great sound,
Beautiful vocals hold me spell bound

Great lyrics and smooth rhythm, instrumentation that gives a soul orgasm

I take things slow and steady; I hunt it down when I'm ready

Though a late comer
But when I come I’m noticed in my little corner

I cherish my friends, they are my influence

I dislike binary; calculations didn’t choose me from primary

I love drawing and painting, also prefer working with her in the kitchen

I love the taste of porridge; maybe it gives me a little courage

I don’t eat much, I don't sleep much

I don’t like being annoyed, neither do I do as such

I don’t easily get angry but when I do it’s noticed largely

I’m not that interesting, I don’t know how to do the jesting

I’m not passionate about everything but emotional about somethings

Though a little sympathy but i do much more of empathy

I believe in one fraternity, I believe in JCI

I believe in one eternity, I believe in Jesus Christ

I treasure my leisure it’s the time I play games with pleasure

My game is always between two, it’s so sweet to be true

Mostly I play tennis and chess, these brings out my possible best

I like the taste of palm wine, I do an occassional beering when i dine

Smoking cigarette I tried but was never my style

Tasting weed was fine but was never my line

I like the smell of a diva, I got baptized in a flowing river

I keep my game holy, sticking my head with the red devils

Manchester united is my club; it keeps me on higher levels

I’m attracted to the female gender; but am no casanova

Those with an eye that cast a spell

Those with high twin towers and a body that rings the bell

Intelligent and decent not found in the club dancing to 50 cent

Beautiful spirit and nice smile, with an attitude that turns me on

Beautiful appearance and a great sense of belonging
with an elegance that brings it on

I have an eye for good things; maybe that’s why my eyes are so big

I surely can multitask, keeping my focus on the two big things above

I'm sure I'm romantic, because she once called me Mr. Fantastic

I mix fantasy with reality though my pastor told me all is vanity

I’m love stuck I do it nonstop, I love fore play I do it like Paul play

Though a little phobia getting in-between her thighs,

I pray for forgiveness and every first Sunday I pay my tithe.

I never say never since I was born

Never say daddy until I clock one

Never indulge in cuties until twenty one

Never know how to date doubles at a time but one

Never used force to get my way through

Never play the game against the rules

Never play reckless even though sometimes I feel restless

Never a party freak, maybe a cloudy trick

Never gave in to concussion, never believe in abortions

Never denied my passion, never regretted my actions

Never found myself in ugly situations

Please; Never undermine my imagination

Cos' all these never say never did makes me a peculiar nation

Yommy is the name, Bishop is the game, 
Bishop & Knight’s is my dream.

I wish my first child to be a girl

I wish to help comb her hair and apply the gel

I wish I’m bad but my spirit won’t just do

I wish I’m as bad as you believe but my spirit is ever cool

Can’t pull a string without my conscience hitting me

Can’t be naughty without my spirit warning me

Wish I could punch him up in the face

Wish I could beat them up in most cases

But my strength is not like the beast; my strength does not lie in my fist

Rather it lies in my mind and I craft it most time on written lines.

I’m a man of little words, I can’t shout with my vocal chords

I say the words I can say and use the rest like clay.

I mould my words like a porter; I leave the chasing to the hunters

I am a one woman man, born on 11th day of October

The preacher’s son born into this world to be remembered

I am Fatoyinbo Abayomi Oluwadamilola Bishop.

(This is my private part.)

Yommy Bishop.....October 2013