Brother Poem by (TPAC) Alexander Coppedge

We must have played together; before things changed, our feelings pertained to each other, making this test of whom is better than whom.

I loved our moments of friendship, laughing and cherishing the simple things that made both of us smile.

Our lives changed, bringing in this very strong aggression; urging forth its serious need for competitive indifference: ending our care-free love for each other.

Our separate endeavors only push us further from each other, making things more serious in our lives: stopping all fun and ending regaining other hope.

Your efforts made you the bad guy, composing an imagined world: becoming known didn't exist.

I reasoned only the factual, defining simply the realities: acknowledged by all to exist, forming me as the good.

Yet, despite the many acclaims spoken or said about our relationship, given the fact that we are still brothers.