Brother.

Brother
I watched you grow into a man
And fail again and again
I watched you appropriate your very manhood
And shoot awful rebuttals
At the hand that feeds

Under your fortress hair
I descry no light, no tenderness
The black in your hair has seeped into your soul

In rebellion?
From what?
The light that bore you selflessly
Or the foundations of your forgotten life?

In defense of your wicked life
From attacks you projected from yourself onto us
We have left you alone
Now leave us be