Kevin Vaughan

You don''t hear me when I call, through my actions, all week long
I need your attention, not your detention,
I don''t get angry because we can''t see eye to eye
You put your time into things that are not me,
the pet, the car, or even a candy bar
You don''t hear me!
I am your man, sweet, who loves to give you treats
Oh but you don''t hear me!
What is a man to do, who loves being with a good woman
Not to brag, but I kiss good, cook good, I look good
and can romance until its understood
But oh, you don''t hear me!
I just don''t understand, here is a man,
but other things occupy your mind
Do you see and feel the change, look into my eyes,
I''ve change to the real man
But again, you don''t hear me!
You look for the hug, that tug and even just a back rub,
so what do you lack, your man is here
So hear me strong, because the universe yields to the man,
that becomes the man the man you want to be real
So put away those other things that distract you from me
We are to be together, to listen to each other
Oh, but you don''t hear me, but maybe you did hear me!
Kevin Vaughan
Copyright ©2009 Kevin Vaughan

How
Kevin Angelo Vaughan

How can I talk to you each day and yet not see you?
How can I see you each day and yet, not touch you?
How can I hold your hand and yet not kiss you?
How can I have you and not let you in my life?
How can I plan our future and know you are not there?
How can I love you and know someone else could be yours?
How can I not know you are in my life?
How can I just stop the emotion and feeling for you?
How can I answer these?

Kevin Angelo Vaughan
Copyright ©2009 Kevin Angelo Vaughan

Shanette Jefferson © 2009

We all have a picture of what we want the Men in our lives to be.

The perfect man dreams started as a young girl, for me.

He’d be strong handsome and smart.

He’d have the courage of a lion,

the strength of a bear,

pretty eyes, a gorgeous smile

and nice curly hair.

I ran into [Men] that tried to fit the bill.

They fit the profile,

but only if I was docile.

They could run the race,

 if I stayed in a woman’s place.

They would do as they will,

as long as I paid all the bills.

Then one day, I met him.

The man that could fix the plumbing

and lay the pipe.

A man that could hot wire, rewire

 and ignite my fire.

The kind of guy that brings you flowers

and candy for no good reason.

The kind that you don’t have to

worry about ever leavin’.

He works and provide,

from responsibilities he won’t hide.

He’s a provider, protector, money-maker,

 a mover and a shaker.

A man with a heart of gold.

The Real Man of Steel.

He will hustle for his,

kill for his, steal for his,

if it means his family wont have to do without.

Don’t hate boo!

I know he’s what you’ve been looking for, longing for,

wanting and needing.

But check this out:

This ain’t no Tom, Dick, Harry, Vic,

Ron, or Lee.

This is the muthafuckin’ man,

that I found in Me.

Shanette Jefferson © 2009