Claims
He grips my shoulder and tosses me into the closet, teasing
I hear his mocking laughs as his video game beckons
I sigh, take out my own Game Boy and play my game, button-squeezing
I claim him.
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He insists that it’s easy as he sits on my bed
Unfamiliar math seems to glare at me from its place on the page
I sigh, and try the mixed fractions again, for the fourth time
I claim him.
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He grins widely as my character is blasted off the screen
He gloats, I rant, and our friendly banter begins
I sigh, and he laughs, saying he’ll go easier on me
I claim him
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He looks like he just won the lottery, walking towards me
His diploma is in hand, and his medal is in mine
I place the gold around his neck and he hugs me tightly
I claim him
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“You’re Young-Blood to me,” he says. “Always will be.”
I keep in my tears as he says goodbye
His college merchandise and necessities are packed in his trunk
“Hey, kid!” I turn around and my older brother comes in for another hug
He claims me.
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