Epithet to My Brother
As my mother held me,
she considered killing me.
When my father first heard about me,
he took a jog and never came back.
As I ate my dinner as I relaxed,
a stranger made the preparations to poison me.
As I sat in my home, a place that should have been safe
I was taken hostage
The moment I walked out the front door
the paperboy delivered a fatal blow
with the newspaper he threw at me
I was nothing to them
A mere object that could be thrown away
I was informality, an inconvenience and an innocent
One easily denounced, but not forgotten
A legend that could never have ever existed
Despite being rooted firmly in realistic fact
For though you’ve sought to destroy my physical presence
You will still carry me for years
Through the pain and sorrow you have birthed
So here’s my epithet, my only legacy
A letter short that will linger on
This is all I’ll ever say
Through the words of another
is the only way I’ll speak.
Though my life was never lived
My heart beat proved that is was more than myth
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