Thirteen years now
I’ve been living with my brother
We’ve had our ups

and our downs.
Summer being the hardest
with no adults around.
Just me. A fourteen year old girl.

It seems like common sense
that younger siblings
have to listen to older ones,
but somehow, that doesn’t
resister in his mind.

With no sense of authority,
no strong foundation,
no integrity,

I don’t see how he is going to make it any farther

Witnessing him going through torchure
for something he can’t control,
makes me think twice
about other mentally handicapped kids.

How I think my life sucks,
because I have to be his sister.
Yet he goes through more pain
in a day,
then most do in a lifetime.

If only they could see,
not only the cause-
but also the effect.