- Feb 28, 2009
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*I wrote this one several years ago but a recent thread topic made me think of it.*
I saw a Brotha' give a Sistah his seat on the train one day
It was a bright, sunny date in spring-time May
He had on earphones and a cap
That was with dark, sunglasses topped
And, to his music, his head nodded
See-sawed and be-bopped
He was just as happy
Standing and holding onto a pole
As before his own comfort
He did so unselfishly dole
Out to a Black woman so that she
Could relax and repose
And with no hesitation or remorse
He, promptly rose
Never ceasing in his stationary dance
Or missing one syncopated beat
He never said a word
But only smiled as she thanked him
In this, a first and, perhaps, one-time meet
He was clad in Khakis
And a company-monogrammed shirt
With thick, stand-up-all-day shoes
On his feet
He was blue-collar attired
But was clean and neat
And my heart was made glad
When I saw this
Tired-from-work Brotha'
Give a Sistah his seat.
I saw a Brotha' give a Sistah his seat on the train one day
It was a bright, sunny date in spring-time May
He had on earphones and a cap
That was with dark, sunglasses topped
And, to his music, his head nodded
See-sawed and be-bopped
He was just as happy
Standing and holding onto a pole
As before his own comfort
He did so unselfishly dole
Out to a Black woman so that she
Could relax and repose
And with no hesitation or remorse
He, promptly rose
Never ceasing in his stationary dance
Or missing one syncopated beat
He never said a word
But only smiled as she thanked him
In this, a first and, perhaps, one-time meet
He was clad in Khakis
And a company-monogrammed shirt
With thick, stand-up-all-day shoes
On his feet
He was blue-collar attired
But was clean and neat
And my heart was made glad
When I saw this
Tired-from-work Brotha'
Give a Sistah his seat.