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My brotha’s, you are NOT our enemy…
You are the strength of our weakness.
You are the sun behind our smile,
the sweetness during our bitter times.
My brotha’s, you are NOT our enemy…
You are our warmth in a cold world.
You are our love in the midst of so much hatred.
My brotha’s, you are NOT our enemy…
You are water during our emotional draught.
You are our leaders through darkness.
You are our solid foundation surrounded by quicksand of insecurities.
My brotha’s, you are NOT our enemy…
You are the mighty arms protecting us from all of our fears.
Your broad shoulders are the collectors of our tears, the recipients of our disappointments.
My brotha’s, you are NOT our enemy…
So, why do you treat us as though we are yours?
