There he was. Standing there. All I could think was
Brah.
The hair. The eyes. The foot. Everything was perf.
Brah.
He saw me staring and walked up to me. What do I do?!?! "Hey there."
"Brah."
"What? He said, slowly backing away."
Brah.
Nu. I love you.
"I don't understand. What is this. Y u do dis."
"But brah..."
He ran away, along with everyone else.
"Brah..."
I don't wanna be obamaself.
I want to be simply brah with you.
