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

Sons of Mama Africa

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

Barack Obama. These are all black men

The men who are my brothers

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

All sons 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 to which I won’t disagree,

for they come in different shades And sizes

Ooh brotha ooh 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!

This is an old piece of mine..having read some posts et al about how slack and whack the brothas are I just thought why not bring this one out!And the pictures are for all my gurls...feast your eyes boos..London chickas hope this will make you a tad bit warmer..lol.!!Much love to all the brothas doing it right and as always happy sexing xoxo

I still can't get rid of that .gif on my header, I mean I might have had Santa's whip but I don't need it no more...sigh...what to do..SOS any1?