This is a second poem about since my brother committed suicide.
Since my brother died,
from committing suicide,
my mom has been acting strange,
her thoughts are way out of range.
She says for him she is
full of hate, something I thought
was an over rate. She said he is
a huge jerk,
and much sadness he left to lurk.
What he did made us all sad,
but to my mom it just made
her mad. This is something I don’t
understand, her reason for this
I demand. It is not all his fault,
these things she say should go to a halt.
His mom left him when he was four,
and became the “village whore”.
His mom chose drugs over him,
and just did HER whim. He had a hard
life, a life filled with sadness and strife.
My mom should not judge him so hard,
he just played a really “Bad Card”.
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