Jazzy Thomson

Rookie - 2 Points (5/3/97 / Milwaukee)

Come Home - Poem by Jazzy Thomson

She stole him from me and i hate her for it. He says he loves her and i hope its just a phase. He talks about children, about a son or daughter, or for me, a neice or nephue. Me, an aunt, at 14, its too early. I hate that he loves her, loves her more than me, more than us, his own family. I havnt seen him in over a month and i blame her. I cry every night he doesnt come home. Home.. Where is that now? Away from all his friends and family that love him more than anything? Apparently. I miss him more than id miss my own heart if it were to be lost. Hes MY brohter, SHE stole him from me and i want him back! ! I love you Jake. Please come home.

Poet's Notes about The Poem

my brothers been a trouble maker almost his whole life. hes barely ever home. we use to fight all the time but now that hes moved out i realize how much i miss him. hes usually either in a different town or in jail and when he is 'home' i treat him like ill never see him again, cuz who knows, i might not.

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, May 16, 2012

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