Reading a little poetry and thought I would share this one..... An Ode To The Brothas – A Poem by Doreen Chimangah by Doreen Chimangah An Ode To The Brothas I’m not asking for the impossible I’m not seeking the unattainable Or is it in my mind that I think That this is all as easy as a wink? But then again, if it were that difficult How come some have achieved it? All I ask for is a good word for the brothas When I say brothas I mean the men of colour Children of the motherland who come in different shades and flavours The espressos, the caramel macchiatos, the mulattos My coffee-flavoured men, Children of the motherland. For they say they can’t do right by their women, They don’t stay around to raise their children They play more games than the Premiership They just can’t communicate with words But I say, today my voice is the sword That will fight for these men The men that I know, who stand by their teams Who believe and work towards their dreams The men, who toiled and still toil to bring a good name Men whose names are held in memory halls of fame Martin Luther King, Nelson Mandela, Mohammed Ali and Even Notorious B.I.G. These were all black men The men I respect The men my mother loves And my grandmother loved The men who all women seek and fight for They are the great inventors of traffic lights, They are the first heart surgeon They are the witty and tactful from the West side The calm ones from the East side The descendants of the Pharaohs from the North The cool and suave from the South of the African continent I shall proclaim and shout in their honour For I know they would wear that armour With pride and defend their dignity The only good they have ever said about them Is that they are well hung I won’t disagree, for they come in different shades And sizes but brotha oh brotha They are connoisseurs of the ghetto karma sutra, Strokes so rhythmical, a touch so tender Kisses so endearing Only they understand the true essence of partnership Upgrading and making each other better So though I still seek my own To be the blues in my funk And rhythm in my thighs I say Viva to the brothas!
Posted on: Fri, 22 Nov 2013 21:21:21 +0000
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