(My Reply to One Man's Response to the question of Should I Love A Sista) His skin filled with melanin Shades of honey A henna man Darkened like a midnight sky Should I love a Brotha…? Like any other Would be Could be Worthy of a Onyx Queen’s Eye Our dreams can’t deny God’s Infinite love Together-We rise above it all We never fall-We fly-We soar In his eyes Heaven’s doors open wide He put deep sighs in my chest His breath takes mine away Remembering why I pray Asking each day…. Should I love a Brotha…? Nappy edges calling me home His Africaness roams in his kiss His thickness-His Spiritness He makes our ancestors smile Takes me Black awhile His style be soul food Interludes of cheese grits Chicken wings Fried-Baked-Smothered A Brotha is an insatiable thing Like cool sips of Kool-Aid Even on a hot day A Brotha is always cool Sometimes, he be cold as ice Make s you wanna think twice and ask It’s a hellava’ task But… Should I love a Brotha…? In his Kingly Knightness I simply know this The only answer is He is all I’ll ever need! Should I love a Brotha…? As your Sista Your lover Your friend Til’ this earthly end The answer could only be… Indeed. See, I love you My Brotha Now, Should you be questioning loving Me?