xicanapoeticscholar

Just my personal rants and deep thoughts. As well as poetry.

Oh Brother

Such an irony of life that I hoped when I was five that you would be the joy in our lives. We had gone through so much rejection and verbal abuse. Yet you now use the same verbal abuse I thought was over. I was so wrong. But I know eventually there has to be a time of peace. Your anger is a reminder of all that hurt. Oh well.

My Brother (Whether he Likes it or Not)

So I lent my brother my phone and as he is giving it back I say “Thanks brother!” As the word brother slips the cracks I call lips he quickly not to call him that. So naturally I ask what should I call him. He tells me to use his name. Ironically this hurts me. Today he also managed to ignore me. He only talks to me when he needs something from me. I wish it did not bother me but it does. I wonder when he will value me as I do him. I really can not tell my mom since she really does not understand. I wonder what must happen to me for him to value me as a sister. Seeing so many lose siblings this weekend just makes me ponder.

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Reflection

I was bullied since I was five because I have always been very gullible and also very sensitive. I though that stage of my life was done the moment I finished middle school. But I was wrong for my father and brother became my bullies. I am 22 and their words still hurt me. I at time feel no love from men. Sexually I can not connect with men as hard as I force myself to kiss them it is really not stimulating. I prefer women.