Ode to the Brothas was the first "poem" I put up on a blog. In actuality it wasn't suppose to be a poem it was just a post because I hadn't written in a long time. That post however, kicked off my most successful week ever in terms of page views and helped me grow the balls to write more poetry. It was also a chance for me to tell a crush I was feeling him, I don't know if he caught my drift, if he did he hasn't mentioned it and I suppose that's for the best. I woke out my good sleep to write ode to the brothas and I was and still am so happy that you all took to it like you did. Without further adieu....
*enters stage right, puts Jill Scott Crown Royal instrumental on repeat, grabs mic*
It’s the least I can do; let me cater to you-destiny’s child
The first man I loved was my grandfather; he gave me kisses and candy
The second man I loved was my brother, he was my soul mate
The third man I loved was my locker buddy, he gave me play dates
The fourth man I loved was my friend, he gave me experiences
The fifth man I loved was my uncle; he took the place of my father
The sixth man I loved was my first real love, he gave me passion
The man I love now is a king, he gives me hope
You got your Wall Street brotha, your blue collar brotha, your out on the block down for whatever brotha-angie stone
I love black men. I love them with fervor, with lust. Nothing makes my breath get shorter; my heart beat faster, my love get wetter than….
A smart man, he challenges my mind
A spiritual man, he challenges my soul
An aggressive man, he challenges my strength
A sexy man, he challenges my self-control
Watchin as he took the holder off his shoulder, fire in his eyes hands getting bolder…I take charge of the ship movin with my back and my hips like my ancestors did speaking in bantu, ronga and tonga but I gotta stop all that to make it longer-Jill Scott
Wavy hair, big brown eyes, broad nose, thick lips, baritone voice you know that James Earl Jones, Barry White, Blue from the Temptations type ish, strong chest, hard abs, that V muscle in the waist that leads to the big…ego
All these words are only frostin on my cake, feelings can’t explain or do justice to how I feel so alive so in love…he is everything, everything I want and I want it and so much more than I thought it could be-Heather Headley
*music stops, blows out candles, exits stage left*
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