Ahmed The African

Ahmed the African,
My handsome lover,
The one the Arab boys hate,
For his strength and masculinity.

No one is more hated,
Than the African man,
From sea to shining sea,
For all other males are his inferiors.

The African man is generous,
The African man is spiritual,
The African man is loving,
And he treats his woman like a queen.

Good Hijabi sisters,
Don’t sit in African men’s laps,
They don’t embrace them in public,
They don’t hold their hands,
But I do.

I love Ahmed,
To the world I am Karissa,
Mild-mannered, feisty-mouthed Hijabi.
To Ahmed,
I am simply his Queen.

When Ahmed embraces me,
When his lips touch mine,
When his hands grope my ass,
When his penis enters me,
I cry to heaven,
For I finally feel alive.

Let Arab males and others,
Hate all they want,
There’s only one man for me,
And he is superbly African,
My beloved Ahmed.

If heaven falls today,
If tonight I breathe my last,
No other man I'd rather have beside me,
Than my darling Ahmed,
My strong African prince.