No Brothas

[ryandl]

My mother screams, “You’re Different”
She doesn’t say a thing.
She hugs me instead and asks me to come in.
She asks about my day; as scripted.
There is no deviation from her matriarchal dance.

Sister proclaims my self-hatred
She whispers with eyes rolled.
She hugs me and tells me to make myself comfortable
As she rips apart my very make-up.
She asks

Comments

[upsetmyheart]

your writing entices me onward. i really love this. i love the essential marking of one not quite in his realm of comfort. i love the offering of emotions, though forced; nostalgic. you are beautiful. this is beautiful.

[ryandl]

Thank you! listening to you, I'll think that I'm better than I am. I think that I rushed through the last part of the poem but I didn't want to drag it out. I want it to flow better.

Thank you again for the compliment.