today, i was told that my brother and i were just 'different animals'. like he was a bird of prey, and i was a songbird; but the distinction is so minute, because both creatures have wings.

today, i mumbled 'thank you' as i was force-fed advice that claimed, 'when people are rude, just be nice back. it'll make them feel bad.' i reminisced on the time my parents swore to my brother that he must do all that he can to defend his honor.

today, i was shooed out of a car garage with some ******* excuse that explained that the exhaust fumes would 'hurt my lungs', while my brother found solace in the oil and grit and dirt. i wondered if they remembered the times he faltered in his machismo and i stood tall.

today, i was reminded that my brother and i are 'different animals'. but i am talons, and furiously winged as much as he is mellow voiced and prancing. next time i am faced with that analogy, i will ask the speaker how many wild songbirds they see.