Brotha

Repost: Feb 7, 2007

 

I once wrote a poem for you when I was living outside the United States in a country where I was the only person with mahoghany skin.
I was missing you. Your urban styles, the flava in your tone of voice, your broad nose, round full lips...bald head, corn rows, locs - whateva!
I was missing you something serious.
You take care of me like no other. You overstand like no other. You hold me like no other. You love me in a way that only you can love and that's real.
I wade in your wisdom, swim in your aura then drown in your essence.
Your approach is smooth. Your presence is everlasting.
You struggled and persevered in this land to which you do not belong. You pushed against all obstacles and even when your own kind wants to tell you that you are no good....I SEE YOU.
I got you. I know you are strong, wise and your worth is priceless. I see the king you are. I see the evolution of your species and all of your past lifetimes for I evolved with you.
You are the most misunderstood, the most challenged and for that you are the chosen. You been through the fire like a jar of clay.
So I stand behind my man...my brown skin man and support and uplift him. I might be little but my love is mighty.
Sometimes I get frustrated because I don't understand you but I want to....because I overstand for one, that there is no one in all of babylon like you. I like to think that Jah crafted me especially for you...I carry one of your ribs as I will one day cultivate your seed.
There is no other man who can reflect my ancestors in his eyes, no one else that is sent to me from The Most High, nor appreciates my soft sighs nor how to handle my Afrikan curves and thighs...
No, no one but a brotha.