We both got that dark skin

Think were gifts to women

You’re loud like daddy

I speak quiet like his grin

We are brothers

Waller street boyze dirt bikes pants in socks afro’s out

Different but the same

Right down to the chipped

Front teeth the initials in our names

We were and are

Joke tellers laughing through the night

With no one but each other

Bunked in beds for life

Rooted for life.

© Demitri Tyler

Excerpt from the book “Measuring For Balance”

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