i see my brother

Mother.

Sister.

Brother.

Father.

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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