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Memories of my Brother XV
I cried when I started secondary school
because I was a salmon who refused to swim
Into the jaws of the bear that waited
And I gambled my friends in
And exchanged them for a few more months of childhood
And I thought that maybe I was hard-done-by
And maybe I paid for my naivety
Because I took the mild brutality
of your nerd-ousting classmates
In the locker room
When they stabbed between my scales
With words they'd sharpened for you
And I endured maths lessons of torment
Jerked into being a marionette
For the boy who wanted to see
How an innocent girl dances when you tell her to
Who mocked my
Resolute, depreciating attempt to abstain
From being a teenager
And to this day there are still people
Who wait with baited breath
For the dancer to put a foot wrong
And to hear the corruption creep into her mouth
Paint her tongue black with curses
And while they dig for obscene thrills
I laugh
Because it would be easy if they only knew how
All they need
Is to plug their harassment into mental health
And the 'f***'s begin to foam around my lips
Because you and your mind
Are areas of mass destruction
And you are rigged with landmines
That are programmed to decimate
Both you and me
And what else can I say but 'f***'
When I learn
That I was worried about
Some page of some textbook
And a daisy-chain bracelet
While you worried that you'd never fit into
The box you'd cut for yourself?
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