My Brotha's, You Are Not Our Enemy

My brotha's, you are NOT our enemy...
you are the strength of our weakness.
you are the sun behind our smile.
you are 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 drought.
you are our leader's in 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 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?