Brother

sorenbarrett

Through the tear in his shirt I can feel his hurt

a homeless man' mumbles in my voice

Stigmatized eyes I avert, knowing we all red blood do spurt

We're a part of each other, not by choice

 

Where his hood had been I could see my skin

all children cry, and all people lie

In a convict's eyes, I recognize... in him my sin

All of us will have to die

 

Whether a cripple's walk or a president's talk

Both have a mother

each other we mock but we're of the same stalk

He is my brother

  • Author: sorenbarrett (Offline Offline)
  • Published: January 3rd, 2024 04:18
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • User favorite of this poem: Alan R.
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Comments3

  • Alan R

    We're a part of each other, not by choice 👍🏼

    • sorenbarrett

      Thanks for the review .

    • orchidee

      A fine write SB.

      • sorenbarrett

        Thanks Orchi appreciate it

        • orchidee

          And now my next poem, erm, Sister! lol.

        • Thomas W Case

          Powerful.



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