My Brothas...
I love you.
From your crusty heels to  your
pedicured toes.

From your work worn palms and to your
manicured  hands...

I love your well-conditioned locs and your
cranial shine.
My Brothas...
I Love You.

I love your certain kind of stride and your
uncanny pride... your melanin-drenched tones to
your soul-stirring songs...
My Brothas...
I Love YOU.