Phenomenal Man by Charles Fox

Handsome Men wonder where my secret dwells

I'm don't resemble Boris, Shemar, or Mr. Chestnut anyone can tell

But when I start to tell them,

They think I'm jiving

I say

It's in the depth of my voice

The conviction of my speech

The pep in my step

The length of my reach

I am a man

Phenomenally

Phenomenal Man

That's me.

I walk into a crowd

Just as tranquil as can be

I don't have to call attention to myself through gestures

All eyes are on me

Women wonder about my quiet demeanor and what lurks below the surface

I move with extreme confidence and determination,

I am a King with a purpose

The inferno of emotion, boiling right beneath the exterior

I don't brag, boast, or bother

To trivial things, I am superior

I am a man, an African Monarch

I'm proud of my full lips and the texture of my mane

I am the personification of perseverance

Strong and unwavering

Complex yet difficult while still simple and plain

I'm a man

Phenomenally

Phenomenal Man

That's me.

Some women wonder what attracts them to me

When they look at my face

Gorgeous is not what they see

What they observe is confidence and that's all I can be

Phenomenally

It is the obscurity of my soul

The charm of my heart

My individuality

My willingness to be myself

That makes women pick me up

And leave the 'flashy replica'on the shelf

Phenomenal man

I don't have to talk too loud

Or self promote

When I get the best of you, there is no need for me to gloat

The complexion of my skin, the freckles on my face

The grip of my warmth

The sincerity of my faith

It's the genuine nature of my passion

The stride of my feet

That frustrates the insecure

And makes my life complete

I'm a man

Phenomenally

Phenomenal Man

That's me.