I Am a Brother
I wake up knowing I am loathed hated and despised,
I go to bed knowing I am loved protected and thoroughly constructively criticized,
We fight and argue as if to death while screaming what we never mean,
Our laughs together never end and all whilst we silently agree to reconvene,
Your statuesque demeanor only holds envy for my isolated unique suffering,
So social you glide above me with such ease as your unconditional love is gently smothering,
Oh mortal jealousy clasping as chains around my ankles like I am its slave,
I never forget to get under your skin or agitate your every nerve 'til you beg to be saved,
Yet first and foremost in your mind you look out for me and I for you as told by father
and mother,
I glimmer with hope and swell with pride just when you call me "Brother".
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To Sean Casey, Steven Casey, and Allen Arnett IV, My Brothers.
Copyright © Joshua Arnett | Year Posted 2011
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