My brother was killed last year in the streets of Pittsburgh, and I haven't been the same ever since. I've moarned his death from then to now and I'm afraid that it will never end. I miss my older brother so much 1/7/63- 10/9/2012
While smuggling my brothers soul to the ground
pieces of his armor fell to my feet.
I want to cry but my father gave me a male name
so I will shed my tears underneath his sheets
If you knew my brother you would help
me drag him across the street or better
yet could you just grab him by his feet.
But wait... there’s a flicker of hope everybody put
away the dope or maybe you should wait until
he wakes you know he’s going to want to smoke
I have licked the wounds of my brothers pain away.
I’ve been shoved into a nightmare pushed around
In the air like a lifeless cloud.
My hasten look is quickened by the creedy steps
who took away your fate and left me here to hate.
My brother, your story is a quik one,
your waves are Long and heavy, twisted by the
forgotten slaves of today constrained with
your broken down belief in tomorrow.
I want to pick up yesterdays dirt that belongs to
you..... but I’m afraid to dirty your hands.
Just close your eyes............. so I could go to sleep.