SWORD POET’S SOLO.
ONE FINE BROTHER
What has ever gone wrong with being
Cant a fine black brother walk with
With his head held high
When he approaches a fair sister to
offer a glass of wine?
What has ever gone wrong with being so
Must he be arraigned, judged and
prosecuted until his Fine-ness
Leave the jury mute?
And undecided on whether he be here for
Or he just anticipating a drill?
Whether he be self-conscious, smug, or
likely to match other ladies appeal?
Whether he made you your milk spill?
Whether freely you gave your heart or
made him steal?
And forgetting that you got blown away
and suggested to make him your body feel,
When your whole dress off your body
I cannot apologize for being all the
names you call me;
Fine, cute, baby, sexy/handsome, honey,
Funny how they begin to dish out names
Even when they claim a brother is on
Cant a brother just have a healthy
conversation with a sister,
Without her spelling out his eyes as
worded letters on copulation?
I guess his cuteness sets the occasion
when hes dashing.
So his appearance takes every bito
And right on the floor is smashing.
So when next time, him you are upsizin
Careful, tmight be your ship that with
your own hands you be capsizin.