You want nothing to do with me, and yet...
The same blood runs through us
The same womb gave life to us
Are you jealous?
My life is humble and peaceful
I am grateful and thankful and try to be worthy
The next time I see you will be after our mother's death
You won't look me in the eye
Maybe some buzzing festering thought will fly out of you
and knock me down again
I was worth knowing