Do not give me
the men with slick hair, everything in place
with perfectly fitted strands of black leather
like they wear it today
with the sleek sneakers
the ones with perfect eyebrows
and calculated movements
the ones who dance in 5-star clubs
no

I want the men with half-unbuttoned cotton shirts
flowing with prints, dusty brown and ocean deep blue
the men with wild manes of untamed hair
with their blonde or dark strands let free
flowing or curly
these are for me
the ones with crooked smiles
and the same old jeans they always wear
with bracelets and necklaces weighing their wrists with a meaning
the ones with the aching fire in their heart reflected in their fiery eyes
the men who don’t dress to impress
but those who
live to impress.

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