That’s my brother over there,
all wheels and no legs,
when ever we're alone
I call him cripple;
‘cause he don't like it:
how peoples always be pretendin,
says, it's condescendin
and if he could walk,
he'd walk away.
See, we been together ~ forever
even in the womb…
Mama says,
that's where I took
more than my share;
'course,
I never did fret much
wastin time believin her…
I’m just damn sure
Danny doesn't hear.
It's a wonder, people
never listen what they say;
gliding down the halls
hitchin me a Danny-ride
slidin into third period,
we done discovered
laughter
much louder
than their whispers
lasting long
after high school tears.
Papa says,
it's about time
I be findin myself a man.
But boys ever only want one thing:
To be gettin me away from Danny;
they say it aint right,
he need
take care of himself…
What?
A shelf
for an old book
nobody wants to read;
that's my brother over there!
Now we both knew
one day I'd be looking
at the better half of myself
lyin in a coffin;
some things
were meant to be ~
silent;
unbroken hearts love forever.
I just wish
I could understand
the movin forward
havin found
this half-a-life immobilized,
crippled
within the need for need.
Bronze trophy winner
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~Pamela 
