Brittany: Jamaine, My Man Jamaine

By Brittany Langford
October 1, 2002

(Part 1)
His leathery skin’s
like indigo ink.
This ragged dude.

Whom some folk
think looks fierce
in clothes of
midnight black.

Then his teeth:
One gold,
three cracked.

And I suppose
the shades could go.
He wears them
night and day.

I know still,
underneath this shell,
he hides a harmless,
gentle-giant side.

Brittany Langford
Brittany Langford