Big Brother

April 4, 2016

See when I was young I watched the two ends of the hourglass in reverse order

Saw death before before I ever saw life breathed life into my sister, so she wonders why I hoard her

Its because for every smile I watched dimple onto her face, Ive seen ten more tears

For every laugh that has passed her lips, Ive seen another three people fall before their years

So when my sister asks me, “Why are you so damn overprotective?”

I have to fight the urge to say its because I don’t want to end up with a detective

At my door, eyes low, with a defective smile painted the color of remorse

Textured with pain, and laced with a guilty conscience, voice horse

As he take his crown off because it is too heavy on his head

Tongue tasting like the sulfur that mixes with lead

Barely able to speak the words that tell me that young girl I used to put to bed?

That they found her in the streets, or in the house of some creep lying dead

Because I don’t want to choke back the tears that Ive wiped from your eyes

See you don’t understand the relief that whispers through my sighs

When I know that you woke up each morning

That I don’t want that morning amen song to be turned into the amen at the end of a song of mourning

I don’t want to see your heart broken, from the cruel words spoken

Out of the lips of a pitiful excuse for man who doesn’t even deserve the fact that you know him

See you are beautiful pistol ready to blast like Annie Oakley

Leaving this world in a cloud of attitude and smoke see

You? are going to be a phenomenal woman the likes of which maya angelou has never heard of

But to get you there? If you are a shooting star then like a pile of burned dust?

I have got to follow you, warning all that see you? To caution

Not because you can spin words up a creek like Dawson

But because you have a guardian demon, who will make archenemies our of arch angels

If they look at you from the the wrong angle

So you might hate the way I stalk stake and hover

But just remember I only do it because I your big brother

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