And I wonder if my brother would still be alive
if he had never been pulled and dragged down into
the nightmare of that family's nature.
I wonder if that fuckin bitch had not used him last minute,
same day, for the prom because her date 'stood her up'
would he not have been connoitred into their USING people
as their natures. As if they are So Afraid of Being Used
that they RUSH to use others before others have a chance
to use them.
I wonder if my brother would still be alive, if his romantic
and sincere nature had been protected against
that kind of using - last minute, same day-
as if they were trying to take over my family's connectedness to
Class and discretion is not something one can buy. It does not cost money.
Her parents should have taught her better and told her-
"not to use somebody like that." Like a slap in the face
but without the physical reality. Simply to take over and ultimately offend
another's pure dignity.
My brother wasn't polished with those kinds of people.
He wasn't prepared. He did not understand the power and stubbornness
of the world he had been dragged into.
He wasn't like a woman-knowing how to put on a face of make-up.
Put on an act.
Restrain yourself from a gut reaction.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem