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My Brother The police called my mother Today About a body Found in the bottom Of the river. They say it is my Brother’s. But it can’t be my brother Because he said he’d always be here for me It can’t be my brother Because he wouldn’t kill himself Over stupid things like girls and school It can’t be my brother Because he wouldn’t leave me alone like this Without guidance, in a world so cruel-- Without him. So I’ll tell myself That it can’t be my brother As I stare at the cold body in the cedar box With hair the exact color of my brother’s, With the same concealed blue of his eyes I’ll tell myself That it can’t be my brother As everyone around me Clutches at each other And breaks down and cries “So sorry”— “A tragedy” Everyone sighs-- But it can’t be my brother. #Unreal #Poetry #NaomiYung #Family #Death #Loss #Sibling #Grief #Photography #Collaboration #Crime Visit our shop and subscribe. Sponsor us. Submit and become a contributor. Like us on Facebook and follow us on Twitter.
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