I remember playing
Nerf-guns in your A-frame house.
Your rough brothers and surly pa
use to terrify me.
Two dark basements, yours and mine
where we would hide,
play Sega,
or watch Bloodsport with Jean-Claude Van Damme.
One day you chased me to the bus
with Jacob and Rashawn
yelled at me "Fat!" and "Crybaby!"
I ran frightened, like a rabbit
eyes white and wide.
You didn't catch me or beat me up
but sometimes
I wish you had.
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