When a Brother Moves

Black motion, rhythm of his heart pounds through his feet, the never ending thoughts flooding all blood streams...clogs formed deep within his body. Pulse beyond faint as the sweat drowns it all under. When a brother moves, he moves with chains, dragging a thousand ton rock pulling him down, yet still, he carries on. When a brother move, he floats lightly on his feet, avoiding any eye contact for with a single glance...automatically he becomes criminal. When a brother moves it's as though he moves with a big red X marked on his forehead, he is the target of death, death lingers not far from where he strides. Black elegance, intelligence, his brain ever flowing with ideas yet seems shackles further imprison him, halting him from success, his love, his pride. His pure heart stained, tainted, poisoned with hate each and everytime he seems to open his heart to black women. When a brother moves you need not look back to notice, for mother earth surely shall bring attention to him for all to envy at a single flick. When he speaks the wind carries his voice to your soul The sun, a reflection of his smile...the moon, his eyes they carry. When a brother moves all hell breaks loose. The heavy pounding of his heart eases as the thumping of his feet escalates for when a brother moves...even with a thousand years of hardship upon his shoulders, he still stands tall and strong for the strength of him runs from the earths roots directly into his veins. That is when a brother moves!!