Little Brother

Don’t yell or shout

Don’t be stupid

And fall about

The noise – the pain

Like stabbing knives,

or hail, or rain,

Push and shove

You never care

A monster,

To pull my hair.

I can’t stand you

I’m smothered

You are my painful,

nasty,

little brother.

© Nardia Kelly

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