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            Brother MAG

            October 1, 2018
            By TobiasEliot DIAMOND, San Diego, California
            TobiasEliot DIAMOND, San Diego, California
            53 articles 0 photos 59 comments

            Favorite Quote:
            "I love you as certain dark things are to be loved, in secret, between the shadow and the soul." -Pablo Neruda


            My brother handed me anger at a young age

            He served violence as his gift to me

            He directed his agitated fists at my body

            And now he is the reason I have taught myself to be gentle

            Because he made every day a battleground,

            His emotions became my bruises

            I learned to duck and dodge and swerve

            I learned to turn myself into stone

            Cool, steady, unbreakable

            I learned how to melt into corners and hide beneath blankets

            I learned how to turn my head so instead
            of my nose his fist would hit my cheek

            I learned how to fear anger and hands and knuckles and palms and mouths

            The one thing I never learned was how
            to fight back

            Instead I took the blows and words

            Absorbing them into my fragile bird body

            And it turned me into a hardened, distant boy

            Hiding behind walls

            Cringing from touches and gestures and skin

            I have never had the audacity to speak venom

            I have never had the right to howl anger

            He took that from me

            I have never had the courage to hit anything but a wall

            I never got to feel safe around men who raised their voices

            He took that from me, he took so much

            And … and … now he has turned me
            into a boy who is afraid of anger

            Afraid that there is a piece of him inside me

            Afraid that I could become him

            Afraid, afraid, afraid

            They say I got my eyes from my grandmother

            My humor from my father

            My body from my mother

            So thank you, brother

            Because it looks like all I got from you 

            Is fear 



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            on Jan. 4 at 11:36 pm
            noelleluck166 BRONZE, Chester Springs, Pennsylvania
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            This is absolutely beautiful and tragic

            on Aug. 14 2019 at 9:48 am
            StarNightGirl GOLD, Boyds, Maryland
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            Favorite Quote:
            "Life's under no obligation to give us what we want."

            This is beautiful, I can feel the emotion. Keep writing!