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!!
Copyright © Mbalenhle Lyca Khumalo | Year Posted 2015
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