my brother is a statue
my brother has broad shoulders and a straight back.
he is a pillar of stone and a slab of concrete,
the way he marches around the house.
he has hair the consistency of canvas and his laugh
echoes like lions leading jungles. royalty,
some call it, how he sits
or taps his foot in time with his breaths:
quick then slow
quick then slow
quick then slow
again.
his artistry is bending, although he does it backwards
sometimes for the wrong people. he is carved from marble,
his chiseled muscles moving
in a sort of dance that lacks music or a partner.
he likes numbers.
counts the leaves of lettuce he allows himself,
counts his low test scores toward his inadequacy.
his statue cracks and crumbles,
his voice rises like an unwanted sun.
his sockets sprout green-tinted moss.
my brother is frozen in time, transfixed stone
with a list of spineless claims.
he is still learning to straighten.
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Meghedi Tamazian is a seventeen year old girl who resides in a Chicago suburb. She is a member of her school's speech team and competes in the individual event of "Poetry Reading." She has represented her school in numerous literary conferences, festivals, and magazines, and has been mentored by renowned poets such as Kevin Coval and Roger Bonair-Agard. Approximately three years ago, she began working with a Philadelphia-based spoken word artist, with whom she continues to collaborate, to produce spoken word tracks of her poetry. She aspires to be an involved educator of English at the collegiate level and has a firm belief in engaging youth in meaningful social discussion with a concentration in poetry. Too often, she pretends not to notice when someone is trying to hold her hand. Don't ask her why.
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