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Polished Shit
I told my brother that I was scared of his anger last night
That I go to bed worried that he's finally going to dance to close to the edge
That he's going to piss off the wrong person or the wrong cop
My brother is imposing, impressive and far too swift to anger
His big meaty fists are used more than the brain between his ears
And in spite of this my brother would take off his shirt and give it to anyone who asked for it
His innocence is legendary and all he does is help others
But push him too far and I can see murder bloom in his eyes
I worry about if he goes to prison, our family is different than the people there
My brother with his blue eyes and big fists and his fire towards the world
Blue eyed gypsies are still just gypsies, no matter how white you look you're still just that
It's all an act, a shield to protect his gentle heart, his forest dweller soul
I'm scared for my brother and all he does is laugh and remind me
That once I was just like him with nothing but my firsts and a fire towards the world
That I have the same brand of violence in my veins as he does
That I have lost sight of where I have come from and how disgusting it is
He tells me that shit comes from shit and you can shine it all you want
And put it on a platter of gold and it will still just be shit
My brother calls me polished shit and tells me to swallow my fears
But I know him... He'd rather go down in a rain of bullets than ever be put in a cell
My brother is still my brother even when we fight
I don't know where to place this hurt in my chest
That my brother thinks I'm shit and all I think about is the fact
His rage is going to cost him his life some day.
That I go to bed worried that he's finally going to dance to close to the edge
That he's going to piss off the wrong person or the wrong cop
My brother is imposing, impressive and far too swift to anger
His big meaty fists are used more than the brain between his ears
And in spite of this my brother would take off his shirt and give it to anyone who asked for it
His innocence is legendary and all he does is help others
But push him too far and I can see murder bloom in his eyes
I worry about if he goes to prison, our family is different than the people there
My brother with his blue eyes and big fists and his fire towards the world
Blue eyed gypsies are still just gypsies, no matter how white you look you're still just that
It's all an act, a shield to protect his gentle heart, his forest dweller soul
I'm scared for my brother and all he does is laugh and remind me
That once I was just like him with nothing but my firsts and a fire towards the world
That I have the same brand of violence in my veins as he does
That I have lost sight of where I have come from and how disgusting it is
He tells me that shit comes from shit and you can shine it all you want
And put it on a platter of gold and it will still just be shit
My brother calls me polished shit and tells me to swallow my fears
But I know him... He'd rather go down in a rain of bullets than ever be put in a cell
My brother is still my brother even when we fight
I don't know where to place this hurt in my chest
That my brother thinks I'm shit and all I think about is the fact
His rage is going to cost him his life some day.
Published 2nd May 2020
Author's Note
I didn't know which category to put this in. I love my brother and this is about a fight we had when I learned he'd beaten up someone.
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2nd May 2020 1:23am
2nd May 2020 3:00am
You fight your inner demons to come out into the light. Hope your brother is okay. Keep on writing.
2nd May 2020 5:07am
I feel the fear and the concern in this poem. And also so much love between you both. Funny how it’s about a fight but ultimately love is what bleeds through. You are a good sister. I sure hope your brother stays out of trouble. Stay strong! It is hard to love someone who is fighting their inner demons...
2nd May 2020 7:44am
4th May 2020 8:32pm
Rage is very much part of youthful vigor and strength, "quick to anger" or just reactive rather than analyzing the situation without really thinking about the consequences or how it affects others. But family is family and talking about the issues calmly is important.
Great write Blue.
Great write Blue.
I'm sure your brother doesn't truly think you are polished shit. It is more a figure of speech I reckon. You can see his destruction before your eyes. But he is right, you used to be like that because I have read your poems, but that's ok.
Sounds like you now wish to lead by a different example & I am with you on this, if that's the way you wish to go. It's a sure sign of wisdom. You are allowed to change. I for one hate violence. It's better to talk with your mind. You are not polished shit.
You are just you like I am me.
Sounds like you now wish to lead by a different example & I am with you on this, if that's the way you wish to go. It's a sure sign of wisdom. You are allowed to change. I for one hate violence. It's better to talk with your mind. You are not polished shit.
You are just you like I am me.
