This is my nephew Brandon. People give him shit because he doesn’t look like they think he ought to. He rebels like nobodies business and is constantly pissing off my parents who are raising him. Whenever he wants to get a rise out of my mother, he just needs to say those magical six words “I do not believe in God.”
Brandon is articulate - he’s a poet. But (also like me) he’s one lazy bastard when it comes to school. And, like most 17 year olds, he knows everything there is to know about life, already.
I’ve always felt very connected to him. Maybe it’s because I was in the room when he came out of my sister’s vagina, or maybe it’s because he’s different, like me, but doesn’t have a problem telling people to fuck off when he doesn’t like what they have to say. I envy that.
This is a poem he wrote last year that I think is pretty cool
Closer To Home
out in the park
your head on his heart
wondering if it was true
(I never minded getting caught in the rain)
with you
but it’s a long walk home
I don’t wanna
do it alone
Could I stay here with you?
(I’d love you to)
but it can grow fairly cold
I could be warm it’s only 3 miles back home
but it lacks
my attraction to you
I’d rather see it through
so I’m frozen 1/2 stoned
but I’m not alone
and I’ve never been closer to home
