Ah, to be the devil incarnate, that is what I am.
I do not operate by subterfuge such as spam.
With silver tongue I seek to find those who are innocent.
Or, so I think.
Come, I say, from my fountain drink.
I am a genealogy/family history researcher extraordinare,
And have the ability to capture you with a certain flair.
My research techniques are proven,
And I seek you out in those venues that provide
Me with the best of this divide.
I seek to take advantage of your quest,
And use my skills to do my best
To rope you in.
Let me teach you of a world you did not
In your wildest dreams imagine.
A world where you will discover the magic of our achievements.
This is a world where you will learn
That we can create culinary dishes
That can fullfill our every wishes.
This is a world where we come home from work
And indulge ourselves in a Margarita while sitting on the balcony
Looking out over the night skyline.
We cook for the future, making pasta that we can used in other dishes.
We have arrived and,
After all, there is nothing out there that can thwart our wishes.
Ah, but those wishes are sometimes impure.
They lead me, without, perhaps, understanding why, to secure
The trust, friendship and admiration of another
Whom I rope in as I call them ‘brother’.
But, wait, when I have captured their attention
I then cannot help but expose my motivation,
The gist of which is my own invention.
You see, I am the one who must
Take advantage of the trust
And turn on the ones who haven given it, thus
Proving my own majesty,
Over those who thought themselves free.
I am your own worse nightmare.
However, do not despair.
I beseech you, and am reaching out to teach you,
That the color of my skin is sometimes deceiving,
And so I have you believing
That in black men you can always trust.
Learn to believe.
The color of the skin
Is not always a measure of
The man within.