My Type of Brother
By: Tatiana (totsynana)
I was raised by the brother of
all brothers
The best friend unlike any other
The football playing
Barbie
doll decapitating
Hurt my sister
Watch your back before I send you
to the hospital
Type a brother
The, let’s go camping
Have
Tate load sis’s arms
Wood so high she can’t see the
dirt path beneath her
And watch as the new scar forms
Scratches
of a cougar
Bloody and cut up
Type a brother
The, why not sterilize with beer,
the only antiseptic handy
And listen to her pain squeal
away through an uncontrollable laughter
“Wow I wish you screamed instead”
Type a brother
Remember the nighttime street
football games
Midnight
Nerf gun wars
Hours
of Monster in the Alley
Not stopping till the ball of
flames fades away the darkness
All these ideas come from one
Type a brother
The out there, wild, stay up till
6 a.m. with batteries up his nose
Let him impersonate Lil Wayne
By
licking a lollypop
His sister’s skirt on his head
Calling the strings dreadlocks
Rapping “Just call me tamp cuz I
got blood on me er’day… form boxing”
Type a brother
The, goodtime seeking
Parents gone,
let’s sneak a bunch a’ friends over
Be smart and leave at 5 a.m. so we won’t
get caught
Type a brother
A, “Get to know my friends on a personal
level
Since the ones
who know you love you more than ever”
Why not share the love?
Type a brother
Let’s wrestle with a drunken
mother
Kings
Cup all the way around
That’s not skunk you smell at the
neighbors’
Send a random picture
“Right
now I look like this”
Type a brother
The C.O.D. teaching
Get
his sister addicted
Forget
the Xbox at Gilmore’s
Kind of sibling
Being the protector
While
simultaneously keeping his distance
He’s my type a brother
The sit you down, have a serious
talk
Type
a brother
The time she felt trapped
Trapped
inside a dark enclosed space
Having the faint… feeling
Like there's something calling
her
Calling
after her to go back
To
go back into that dark daunting place
She’d go back
Back
to drinking
Back to smoking
Back to carving hurting and hating
Back to puking till her eyes
reddened with tears
Droplets
trickling down her cheek
A sharp sensation of fire, eating at her
throat
He listened
He once heard
He connected the dots
“Nana I'm worried about you”
Type a brother
Watching his watery eyed baby
sister read her poem
As she held in
Choked
up
Spat
out
Her
deepest secrets
Sitting in the dark with nothing
but the light of the laptop dancing across her face
Her legs lay limp, dangling out
the 2nd story window
Her gaze entranced by the street
light, imagining before her eyes what she had just revealed
Every feeling she felt she
scrawled on the pages of this worn torn journal
But when she read to her friends,
they stood and did nothing
Not
a damn thing
Not
him, he's not that type of brother
He's the only one who will listen
Give
guidance
Actual
advice
“You're just a booty call”
The type a brother who wants her
to be with one
“You're in love with him aren’t
you?”
Deny
Deny
Deny
The type a brother that knows
The sister who has seen the
player of the player of the past
Cry, less than a handful of times
Laying on her bed
Slowly
falling silent
Hands
hiding his face
Changing him, hurting him, making
him crumble
How can a sister forgive?
The, accepting her brother’s
wishes
Type a sister
He's the brother
The brother that took her out of
her dark place
Who made her numb and gloomy eyes
lift once again
Who had her stop, right where it
all began
“I'm here no matter what”
Type a brother
The senior leaving for a college
miles away
Who taught his sister how to swim
Helped
her ride a bike
And now ends the phone with an
“I
love you little sissy”
Type a brother
The sister who will freak out not
seeing him in his room
Or
the hallways at school
The type a sister that will miss
the brother who isn’t there anymore
I was raised by A Brother
A
Mentor
A Best Friend