i see my brother





The words come off our tongue and change our eyes.

We see age and clothing,

yet, we know much more.

We feel much more.

So I wonder if strangers deserve much more.

It’s the same flesh.

Same bones.

Different blood and different stories,

behind different eyes.

Yet, they have laughed too.

Their stomachs have ached a good hurt,

in the time of harvest.

All our feet have grown weary,

in the time of drought.

All hands have felt worn.

In every boy I see my brother.

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