A Brother's Song Poem by Tony Adah
A Brother's Song
I feel not heard
My voice corked in
I feel like fizzing and
And breaking myself;
The mother monkey never stops
To cuddle her ugly son
My tongue itches
I am not a hero
But someone yearning for a voice
To be heard.
I am fizzing
If this fouls the air
Throw it away and hem me in
Into your fold
Don't gather me into the penalty of death
But leave me here your punch bag
For your usual trade.
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7/22/2025 1:46:05 PM # 1.0.0
To be heard! ! Voice from afar. Nice work.