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Dec 2016
To my brother,

You’re here now
But where were you?
When your gangly group
Of friends pushed me down
Stole my bike and you went along
Mama said you were just trying to fit in
As if that justified it
Where were you?
When Dad struck me
For spilling milk on his album
Tears were shed, bums were smacked
You yelled right along
Singing the tune to your abusive song
Where were you?
When Mama cried
‘Cuz Grandma died
And I sobbed all alone
I reached for your hand, and you smacked it away
They say people deal with death differently
But how is calling me dumb,
Going to soothe your middle-school pain?
Where were you?
When Mama yelled at me
I couldn’t do my math
Oh how I tried and blubbered snotty answers
She saw the tears on my face
While you stood, watching on the staircase
ADHD, but I didn’t know it yet
So until then, I listened to you call me *******
You’re here now,
Living in your palace of ice
I sure hope Canada is treating you nice
Because here in my den,
You’ll never be welcome again
Grace Allison
Written by
Grace Allison  Decatur, Georgia
(Decatur, Georgia)   
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