Afroleon

"Before my version begins to fade, Let me relieve what happened today. Today was not a lifetime of discrimination and shame, But of celebration as a black man living in Ukraine."- culled from the EPIGRAPH A brave and explorative ArtisanCalm exterior but he was born a warriorA Leon not bothered about territoryA Leon who hunted alone. And a Leon who hurt alone. With a free prefrontal cortex, he came prepared for learning...
And learn he did, as his memory campus would get soiled with complex realities. In my first anatomy tour, all I saw were dry cadavers, But by the end of my tenure, I saw my own fresh blood. No tribal marks but you can tell he started out with an Afro. And in this foreign soil, explorations were his special dish. To-and-fro he evolved... and no, he didn't hail from the safari. From a genial ark but he always kept his wits about him. And when he stepped out, he was like a fresh aphrodisiac.
Through his eyes, you could hear all of his favorite tunes. Black vanilla at his core as he had a thing for interfacing. General with a stylus brush, Hankie forever in the back pocket. Like his paws, his heart appears four-chambered, But on closer inspection, you see a fifth chamber a short distance away from the rest. A blind Cub walking in the midst of hyenas, With lesions so deep, they suffocated him where it hurt most.
The pages are filled with art and expression, As I relive this once-in-a-lifetime experience... Which shaped me into the man I am today.