Memories of my Brother

I decided I would challenge myself to write a poem for my brother every day this month and this is the result. It is rough and rugged and it is a mere work-in-progress but I'm just writing down stuff I want to say.


15. XV

I cried when I started secondary school
Because I was a salmon who refused to swim
Into the jaws of the bear that waited
And I gambled my friends in
And exchanged them for a few more months of childhood
And I thought that maybe I was hard-done-by
And maybe I paid for my naivety
Because I took the brutality
Of your nerd-ousting year group
In the locker-room
When they stabbed between my scales
With words they’d sharpened for you
And I endured maths lessons of torment
When I was jerked into being a marionette
By the questions of the boy who mocked my
Resolute, depreciating innocence
And to this day there are still people
Who antagonise me just because they seek
To paint my tongue black with curses
I’ve sworn not to voice
And while they harass me they waste their time
And I laugh because it’s easy if they only knew how
All they’d need
Is to start speaking about anorexia
And the ‘fucks’ begin to foam around my lips
Because you and your mind
Are areas of mass destruction
And you are rigged with landmines
That are programmed to decimate
Both you and me
And what else should I say
But ‘fuck’
When I hear
That I was worried about
Some page of some textbook
While you worried that you’d never fit into
The box you’d cut for yourself?

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