I felt like an outcast as my giant size brother followed my down the street screaming obscenities.
It must be the way women felt as they were getting walked into the fires to get burned alive.
I had this fantasy that we would be partners in crime, share stories and experiences but he brought his hate and baggage with him.
A disrespectful attitude and a sailors mouth. Slandering and humiliating me each step I took down the block.
My heart open; spit in, stepped on, thrown about. I pray for him.
Its all I can do. He's heart is broken too. Like a child without words he screams out for help in the form of vulgarity. I am humiliated by his carelessness. His inability to appreciate a new opportunity.
The lack of thought.
And we separate ourselves and walk in the direction from which we came. My walk is slower then his. More deliberate. Thoughtful. Thought provoking.
Sit. Stay. Be calm and breathe
Life is too short to live in hate and fear.
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