Poems of Love, Inspiration, Heartache and Pain
BROTHA
Beautiful
Reserved
Optimistic
Trials
Heartache
Admirers
Brotha I stand here across the room observing
and critiquing your every move.
From your height whether short or tall to your
skin tone ... light, medium, or dark.
Sexy as you want to be.
Eyes the window of your soul
reminiscent of a childhood untold.
Anger, worry and fear etched upon your face
trials of past indifferences erased.
Brotha I'm lost in a trance wanting to
approach you entering your inner thoughts.
Loosing myself with the presence of time.
Brotha you are Beautiful to me.
I as a Nubian queen consider you as a
brotha a King!
Reserved you are knowing what you want.
Brotha you have an optimistic mind.
Not willing to quit but pushing to succeed.
Through trials and tribulations you have burdened
since the end of time.
Nothing to big for you to handle for God has got
your back all the time.
Brotha you suffered many days, nights, and months of
heartache and pain.
Dealing with everyday struggles of life, love and
family affairs.
Waiting for the rain to let up and the sunshine to remain.
Brotha I stand here across the room observing
and critiquing your every move.
I see you watching me as I watch you
admiring the presence of beauty and grace.
A brotha sensing the prominent existence of a
sistah invading your space.
Reserved
Optimistic
Trials
Heartache
Admirers
Brotha I stand here across the room observing
and critiquing your every move.
From your height whether short or tall to your
skin tone ... light, medium, or dark.
Sexy as you want to be.
Eyes the window of your soul
reminiscent of a childhood untold.
Anger, worry and fear etched upon your face
trials of past indifferences erased.
Brotha I'm lost in a trance wanting to
approach you entering your inner thoughts.
Loosing myself with the presence of time.
Brotha you are Beautiful to me.
I as a Nubian queen consider you as a
brotha a King!
Reserved you are knowing what you want.
Brotha you have an optimistic mind.
Not willing to quit but pushing to succeed.
Through trials and tribulations you have burdened
since the end of time.
Nothing to big for you to handle for God has got
your back all the time.
Brotha you suffered many days, nights, and months of
heartache and pain.
Dealing with everyday struggles of life, love and
family affairs.
Waiting for the rain to let up and the sunshine to remain.
Brotha I stand here across the room observing
and critiquing your every move.
I see you watching me as I watch you
admiring the presence of beauty and grace.
A brotha sensing the prominent existence of a
sistah invading your space.
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