It seems like my brother is consumed
With the computer
In ninth gradehe failed a class
But everyone knows he didn't need a tutor
He is a genius
Why no one knows I'm confused
I see it everyday
In his head the rhythm of blues
I yell and I scream
And feel so bad
I feel the rhythm
this rhythm he had
He points and he laughs
But I know inside
It hurts him like a blister
He loves me a lot
I'll always be is little sister
-Barbara H..
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem