To my vanilla ice cream brothers, to my chocolate brothers, milky and smooth as a chocolate bar, to my midnight blue brothers looking like a licorice stick, to my golden brown brothers sweet as brown sugar, to my velvety orange brothers, sweet as a peach, to my coppery brown brothers fresh as a pretzel, to my sunlit brassy yellow brothers looking like butter, to my gingery brown brothers you just like a cookie(can I eat U?). Even though your black, your shade is many colors, YOur hair is different textures you see: we have the brothers with the soft cotton ball hair, or the stiff ringlets we like to call (locs), we have the hair that is straight as a blade, then we have the twisted cork screw look we call (corn rows), we have the short, long, and no hair at all brothers, You know I can't stop at the shades, or the hair, let's talk about the body............... We have the brother that is chiseled like a work of art, we have the brother that is slim as a pole but still(please believe me) he can lay the pipe right, we have the beefy brother that fills you up with all his love...We have the white-collar brother with a suit (sexy as hell). We have the blue-collar brother with the jeans and a T. We have the Mickey d's brother(asking if he could help me?). We have the ruff neck brother with the tim's, we have the educated brothers giving nothing less than respect. You see ladies, please believe me when i say, we can treat our black men, so unfair, that we forget the essence of a black man, today I just wanted to thank my black men, for being who they are, or what your trying to become. SO Thank "U".Birth sign: Pisces
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