Poem: Word to Lil Brova

By E.M.

Word to Lil Brova

 Well dis is what I got to say, don’t go out there running the street like me everyday.

 I mean just look at where I am at and where I could have been in could have been at home with y’all but I’m in jail with my cuzzins and guess what we all failed.

 I failed as a big brother to you I was there physically but not really there for you. I fought for you, kill for you, even when we were little I usta steal for you because that’s what I didn’t want you to do.

 I got beat up for you, even got jumped for you because as a big brother that’s what I was there to do to protect and believe in you.

 Since I was little my criminal way put me in awkward positions but as of today my criminal ways are finally finished.

 Well what I’m really tryin to say is don’t be like me be better than me show me that running the streets don’t run in our family.

 Don’t be no fool like me not going to school and breaking every one of mom’s rules.

 Show me that you can go to school and get A’s and B’s and get on the honor roll don’t give it to the streets but give god your soul.

 By the way give mom a rest she don’t need no more stress on her chest she already have enough coming from me that’s why she always have swollen feet but just tell her prop up her feet I’ll be home any day now from her son.

2 Comments

  1. Julia on September 28, 2010 at 2:31 AM

    This is a really powerful poem–you demonstrate a lot of complicated emotions for your brother, but in specific ways that are very effective. These are my favorite parts:
    I failed as a big brother to you I was there physically but not really there for you. I fought for you, kill for you, even when we were little I usta steal for you because that’s what I didn’t want you to do.
    and
    By the way give mom a rest she don’t need no more stress on her chest she already have enough coming from me that’s why she always have swollen feet but just tell her prop up her feet I’ll be home any day now from her son.
    The image of your mother propping up her feet is a really excellent detail, and one that helps me as a reader relate to the poem. I hope your little brother reads this!

  2. leah on December 3, 2010 at 7:33 PM

    I just love this poem – it’s a beautiful message about love for your brother, your mother and yourself. Remember to treat all 3 like you love them, and please continue to write, I know you will succeed!

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