BLACK BROTHA

Black Brother, I need you to stand! I need you to recognize your power, show off your strength, I need you to take my hand.

Black Brotha, what happened to the days when you carried me and your children on your back, through the hills and sands, through the deserts and storms, through the mountains and wars?
Black Brother, now you call me and my sisters sluts, bitches, shawties, lil mamas and whores.

Black Brotha, what happened to the days when I was your more sought out treasure? Now you look at me like a piece of meat….as if I’m only there for your sexual pleasure.

Black Brotha you walk around here with your pants hanging down, gold on your teeth, and you look at me and say, “To hell with an education!”

But that possible education can educate you that you are the one that built this nation.

Black Brotha, what is it, my strong Black Brotha? If I don’t have big breasts, a big butt, long weave and thick thighs, my beautiful black skin is not enough to get your attention?

Black Brotha, when you speak of the ones that are always there for you…..when it comes to your black sistas? ….. not even a mention.

Black Brotha, you are running out on the ones that need you the most: Your children, you wives, you sisters, your mothers.
The black woman is the one that loves and cherishes the ground you walk on…..not the others.

Black Brotha, what happened to the time when you made me feel like a precious jewel, a valued stone, a pot of gold, your most cherished possession?
I don’t know what happened, but lend me your ear. Let me teach you this lesson.

I am not your whore, your slutt, your bitch or your shawty. I am your queen, your Sheba, your diamond, I’m flawless.

Black Brotha, I’m not your lil mama, your ma, your boo, or your baby mama.
Black Brotha, I’m the mother of this earth, the mother of all, your supporter, and the mother of your intelligent African American Children, without the drama.

Black Brotha, I go through these struggle with you, therefore I’m to be cherished, admired, loved, and protected.
When it comes to you and I, my brotha, that bond should never be affected.

Black Brotha, you see, I’m still here for you, because this is a part of the battles, the wars, and the thick and thin.
Black Brotha, I will still admire you as the strong and mighty being that you are, although you love one who doesn’t have my skin.

Black Brotha, You have turned your back on me, my brotha, but that’s ok. I take that as you being blind, a little unconcerned, belligerent, what more can I say?

Black Brotha, don’t think for a minute, my Brotha, that I will ever be happy that you love another….. one that doesn’t have my skin.
When it comes to the one that suffered through history…..that’s me. That’s something that “she” will never win.

Black Brotha, when I raise my fist in happiness, lift my voice, and scream “MY BLACK IS BEAUTIFUL, LOUD, PROUD AND STRONG!”
You look at me as if I have done something wrong.

Black Brotha, wake up! I need you! I feel you slipping away from my grasp.
Our African American children need you. Their slipping through society without a man’s discipline is not going to last.


Black Brotha, Black Brotha. I need you to stand! I need you to recognize your power, show off your strength, I need you to take my hand.