It all starts with a joint
or maybe even a gun point.
you do things before you think
but It can all happen In one blink.
you say you get a feeling you can’t explain
but sometime we just end up in pain.
we ask you why you do It
& you say It brings you through It.
It’s a shame to see you throw it all away
when at the begging it was all okay.
I look at your eyes red as an apple
& hope someday we’ll be at your wedding chapel.
I hope you find the good in life
like getting money or finding a wife.
I love you because you’re my brother
but someday I wanna be like my mother.
This poem was written/submitted by Amanda.