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Sibling Rivalry: Hitting
Sibling Rivalry: Hitting By Dane Smith-Johnsen Time after time my brother hit me. Rather than fight, I would quickly flee. Too many days, I ran into mom. Sometimes she'd explode just like a bomb! One day she looked me straight in the eye. You must fight back. You must at least try. Don't come crying, if you haven't hit back. I will spank you. You'll feel the switch crack. How I could do it, I did not know. Smack my brother so courage would grow? For several days, he left me alone. Then, it happened, a hit then a moan. Down on the ground, he was in a flash. I, on his chest, his face I did bash. Over and over my fist hit face. One last slug and to mom I did race. Right behind me, steadily crying. To hear him, you'd think he was dying. She started to scold; I did remind. You said, “Hit him… “ Or trouble was mine. That was the day I stood for myself. And put some fear to rest on a shelf. The day I learned, through my brother's moan. Thanks goes to Mom, my courage had grown.
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