Two Brothers

Dakota

My brother was 15 when he started rapping.

His words formed a story paving his way his own mapping.

But peer pressure had a great cost.

Caring about what people thought of him he got lost.

He used to put effort in school plus he was smart.

But ego pulled him and his brain apart.

He was hanging with the wrong crowd.

The fist time he didn't come home we hope he was safe and. sound.

I was 9 and in tears cause I had fear of the worse...

But that was my weaker mind set

My family was not as close as it use to be how worse could it get. 

A year later he moved out

I didn't care it was like when we moved to Florida and left my father in Idaho with patato sprouts.

Don't get me wrong I love them to death

I just numbed my pain and I put it to rest.

Months later my brother came back he was still a fool.

Caring about what people thought he was he got kicked out of school.

It gave him a reality check

He went to night school graduated early those who doubted said what the heck?!

But he built the Titanic just to watch it wreck.

He didn't get the attention he needed , so he proceeded to find his intelligence then it was deleted.

Out of the the 3 brothers he was the boldest

However he was not the oldest

That was Saxon those days I treated him the coldest.

But he did not deserve this.

I had my own issues I wished they stayed in the abyss. 

I remember when we played Atari I just want tell him I'm sorry.

He always had it the hardest though he was the most emotional he was the strongest.

Now the oldest is doing great and the second,

It's hard to tell his fate.

2 brothers one too good one kind of bad

But I wouldn't trade them for any other.

 

 

  • Author: Dakota (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: October 20th, 2017 18:55
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  • Category: Family
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