Brother
By A.G.
Who’s my brother
It’s not that I don’t have a brother
but when I was hurt, stress, down
and out, he left, he disappeared
like the weather
Am I my brother’s keeper?
I am but when I think of him my
heart gets weaker
because I know he’ll leave me leaking
Brother
All that means is that we share
the same mother
but I’ve cried for him, I’ve lied for
him, I’ve even thought of dying
for him
for my brother
I’ll give a kidney for him, a lung
for him, I’ll even rip out
my heart for him.
To save his life to show that
I’ll die for mines, that’s the
reason I’m sitting in prison
doing time
Brother I love my brother,
Brother I miss my brother
Brother I sure wouldn’t kiss my
brother –LLS-
But it still doesn’t kill the fact
That he’s my brother
Brother
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Dear A.G. – Your poem does a really good job of describing how strong and complex your feelings for your brother are. I like the way you keep repeating the word “brother,” letting it rhyme with itself. That gives the poem a powerful beat.
As someone who has a little brother who is going through some things, I definitely relate to the struggle between feeling hurt and feeling love for him. It’s so hard when some days you think that the only thing you have is that “you share a mom” as you said, when other days he is my rock and I need him. Thank you for sharing your story and opening up.