My brother,
he is a jerk.
Who wants to fight
too much.
Maybe it is one of those
signs of affection.
Whatever it is,
I probably will
never like it.
But there is no way
to stop it.
physical or vocal,
I’ll just have
to defend myself.
Tags: brothers, defending, Fighting
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April 16th, 2008 at 2:11 pm
I think you should work things out with your brother, so that he will understand that fighting is not the answer. Great Poem!!!
April 23rd, 2008 at 2:09 pm
wow. interesting poem! it is very toching and true. however it sort of reads more of a strory not a poem, not because it doesnt ryme. i dont know maybe youll know what i mean and try to improve on it. nice job .,.peace
April 28th, 2008 at 7:14 pm
I really like how you stated that there is no possible way to stop hi (phisically or mentally) and how you said whatever he is doing you don’t like it and you probably never will.
May 13th, 2008 at 12:18 pm
I like how you put your brother as your main idea if I had a brother, and sister, I would use the same idea.
-Kelsey S
May 13th, 2008 at 12:25 pm
Your brother sounds nice (kidding) you should work it out with him
-Tyler Mason
May 15th, 2008 at 1:17 pm
My brother and I do the same thing. We fight all the time.
-Molly V.
May 15th, 2008 at 1:27 pm
I like how you said your borother is a jerk sometimes I wish I could yell that in my brothers face. I can’t bease he has more power against me.
May 15th, 2008 at 6:54 pm
I liked the way you said that you would just have to deal with it.