No, My Brother
There is blood on our collective hands
Why, you ask?
We upheld the wrong bro’ for wronging women
Repeatedly
Society labeled the woman a pro
Worst yet a ho
Because she found the courage to cry foul
We frequently play the race card
But remove the gender card from the deck entirely
Every “good” deed done, dollar donated, award achieved
Must be muted, drowned out by all his crimes
Even if he was acquitted, paroled, or released for time served
He is not excused just because his skills or talents made me laugh,
Snap my fingers, sing along or do the wave
When he “scored” the game winning points
Their free pass and get out of jail free cards should be revoked
For life
I ache and cry for my sister
Knowing that only God’s grace has kept me from walking her path
Looking for sympathy from me
No my brother, you got to get your own
By Jacqui Davis
Photo by Arina Krasnikova on Pexels.com
This poem is not directed at all men. #MeToo movement began and some from both genders defended the accused like they were victims. My issue is that I am not willing to separate the artist from the person. Time out for boys being boys! Everybody should know that certain behaviors are no longer acceptable. Now is not the time to double down or deflect. It’s time to make a change. What say you? Say it in the comments.
