Because we all should give Each other one’s “flowers” While we yet live I can not wait Til some later date So I must tell you, my Brotha Right NOW Just HOW I BOW To you ……. When all the world sees only the televised robberies, murders, and drug raids In divers places with faces that look like YOURS You SHATTER the Black Man Criminal Stereotype Every time you walk through those corporate doors. So, to you, I bow. And when you go out every working man’s day On your LEGAL, Blue-collar, 40-hour hustle Striving to stay ahead of the pack In the rat-race of Life’s grind & bustle ALSO, to YOU, I bow. When she tries to push you to your limit With some silly, insecure “test-you” MESS That you would have BEAT another man down for LESS But, you STILL won’t put your hands on her And choose, instead, to walk away and DEFER Your reaction until later With your maturity, the evident greater To you, my brotha, I bow. And when conversations get heated, and she’s running off at the mouth Not knowing when to keep SILENT or when to just let some sh*t GO You still won’t disrespect her by calling her a “[email protected]** hoe” Or even when the urge may, seemingly, burn and ITCH You still won’t debase her By calling her, RIGHTLY or WRONGLY, some “[email protected]** *****” So, to you, my brotha, I bow. When all around you hear nothing but woeful cries About dead-beat dads and “Oh, how he treated me so BADLY!” But you NEGATE the “All Black Men are Dogs” Myth Because you embrace, provide for, and love your seed And you do it NOT out of legal obligation but, oh-so, GLAD-LY! Also, you do it not for recognition but because it’s RIGHT Because THEY are your first priority, your peace and your delight! To YOU, I bow. When all SOME women seem to want is a foul-mouthed, wont-work, lazy SLUG And all you can muster to do is shake your head and just shrug At the WASTE of time, love, and LIFE they offer to a jail-bird Thug While YOU, a decent, GOOD Man who’s REALLY “holding it down” Gets passed over for a sloppy-second, sorry, [email protected]** clown Well, you just keep on, my brotha. There IS a Queen out there who’ll TAKE less than she’ll BRING Just remember, you can’t turn a hoe into a housewife And you can’t get STEAK at BURGER KING! So, when times seem tough, my brothas, Just know that I am a Sistah who has your BACK! When all around you is nothing but BANNERS Proclaiming all the many faults of Black men and how much they LACK Trust and believe, that I KNOW as surely as the rising and setting of the sun That you are NOT, comprehensively, what some may say you ARE That every day you press forward to, not just set but RAISE, the BAR For yourself and for those who come after you You’re an asset to yourself AND to society And, I just thought, today, I’d share MY view So, to you, my Brothas, I BOW.