Spoken Word – A BROTHA LIKE ME


A BROTHA LIKE ME

15-JUN-2011 – Virgin Piece – (SPOKEN WORD)

 

Just admit it babygirl…. You can’t compete.

You can’t compete to attain the likes of the much sought afta’ and rarely celebrated “good black man.”

Spending more energy systematically cutting him down than spiritually building him up.

Ever so willing to take, but unable to forsake the generational curse which yo’ grand-momma’s momma conspired to create….so…Go ahead and Take this… take a seat . No Joke. Sit the heck down. …

‘cause You are not ready for a brotha like me!

Why?  Cause you’ve got plenty of drama sagas that you and you’re girl like to tell…. to colorfully masquerade the truth of your absent male. You complain about the brothas who spawn babies and don’t stay. If he refuses to sleep with you ‘cause u so “around-the-way” your response is automatically and emphatically … “he must be gay”!!!

You’re confused about what to do with all the “real men” in jail, and you routinely get pissed  when we choose skin milky pale…. Well…Hell…. let’s just say it… when we sleep with white girls!

But what intrigues me the most about your most provocative sales pitch is that not once have you confessed that you possess the spirit of B%$%$.!

Now… pause I must… cause that term is kinda harsh… I gotta momma,  5 sistas and 2-daughters of course…. But B%$%$.! isn’t a word to classify all females… just u lil momma… cause u live by your tail.  Big butt..  nice breasts… soft kissable lips…  makin’ money by the hour with the sway of your hips.  It’s coo if u really need to flow that way… but.. brotha’s like me get turned-on when you 401k — Vested!

See…. You can’t really handle a brotha like me…

Anointed….Intelligent, monogamous and full of so much integrity that you haven’t seen… that it makes the life you choose to live seem cheap….low rent… discount…. Dollar tree….

Don’t fret, Don’t worry… there’s a viable market for that… plenty of men will go down on that high-traffic kitty-cat….while your guts all in a flutter…and your feelin warm and mushy… all he’s thinkin bout is how he got some more skank tooshie!   But once again, it proves… what is plain to see…

You’re just not ready for a good black man… a brotha like me.

Don’t get me wrong my lady… I’m not angry, I’m not hatin, I’ve not even fully-giving up masturbatin’ ‘cause you think you got me on lock With the sweetness of your cherry goodness and like a lemon you drip, drip, drop all ova a brothas face And make me wish I had a way to feast and taste till the rind of your vagina walls break down and come crashing  all around my tongue ..and my face… piercing beyond the depths of the space where the sun never shines…and the moon dares not glow…where many have tried but seldom can go…yeah…that spot ….yo spot..…that  “G”- that mystery…  ecstasy….fantasy…magically deliciously sweeeeet…  Whoa….Dang…..but…hold up….I got caught up…. Before I mess up and give up…. Let me stop….not yet.

Cause there is so much more that you need to know, before you begin to even use your skills to blow….My…P …not my manhood….….. My phone… Blowin my phone  up….. tryin to get at me …..for what you think is gonna be a deep-hook in me ….. that you believe will guarantee my choice is thee and I’m reeled in to be your  biggest fan-ta-sy…mo money… big stick…family- security…. !

(sing … Don’t wake me…I’m dreamin….”)…. errrrp…commercial break ova ….but… I WILL WAKE YOU cause IM NOT DREAMIN… and I’m not sleep… I need you to get a clue like bo gotta peep….now peep this out…

You ain’t ready for a brotha like me!

Adam Eve…sew my seed… make me flow bring me peace…gotta finish what was started… divine destiny.

You see…Sex is what I’m designed to do.  Make love is what I wanna do…but… u… u are just a good luck-chuck.  Like finding a penny you are just like many.  And if I don’t pick u up I’ve only lost 1%… Nobody ever cries over a single cent..heck… .”anotha day, anotha dollar”  that’s public sentiment.

No shame to the game that you play to hide chronic pain.  And you wonder why yo’ kids got 9 last names…. Cause…u were just a good-luck chuck and now you stuck… with seeds that need a gardener to tend and cultivate…to cause to germinate and grow into lives of splenda that can participate in the beautiful journey called “The Modern Life….…but… your thumb ain’t green… and u mean as heck…poor seeds.. will never grow to be all they can be… not even fit for the U. S. Military….

Unless and until  you find a brotha like me. 

But finders is not keep-hers… you got it twisted babe…. because we don’t flow like that…we ain’t lookin for maids… you can cook, clean, wash and sex me everyday… but our “good thing” called wife is found, not randomly laid.

Yeah…. I walk in the room… with no hidden agenda and before I get my first drink you scurry and benda- ova….givin me permission to spank it …wank it… hit-it and quit-it… But… I barely know your name… your eye color… your real hair length……doggone shame!

You ain’t ready for a brotha like me.

We ain’t down for all that…. And… before you deny and create the lie that is your Modus-operandi…u need to stop. It aint about me provin to be a “REAL MAN” I can choose or not choose to be daddy to your “…doggone clan.   You’re their mother.  If you want a father stop creepin’ wit bois.  If you wanna husband stop playin wit toys that are not meant for you to handle , cause….like the wick on a candle.. they  soon will burn the heck out and you will be left with nothing but melted residue of what formerly was light…but…now… is dark…useless…. Unrecognizable… waste.  Hear this!

And… That’s… that… Piece… from a “good black man”…. A Brotha Like Me, !

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  1. Tone deaf audience, can’t hear cause its easier to act like, “he ain’t talkin to me”? If I was a guy, I might want to date outside my race. The black womans spirit seems to be chained down with soo much baggage. Heavy attitude, lack of respect but the black man has the same spirit of heaviness. They too have issues that don’t allow their spirit to fly. Two crabs in a barrell upset with each other will not lovefreely. Its like basketball, you can’t play mad, yet there we are. Smiling and the spiritman has on its boxing gloves, punching every turn. So what does all this mean? That we have encourage each other to let the baggage go. Stop pointing fingers and work on ourselves that we might be the light others want to posses. Everyone wants to be free to fly, never met a person who didn’t. Be bless and celebrate the things that make your heart happy. Be blessed.

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    • you already know

       /  February 21, 2012

      Awesome reply sistah to have the courage to address the reality of our struggle. Righteous sage words sis. Although, there were some areas of this piece caused me to grimace, yet still I feel you. Steven D. brotha you have a way with words..Almost make a sistah change her mind about you. SMH w/:)

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