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Six Years of a Lifetimes

We�re bound in blood, siblings by law.
A familiar mother with separate fathers.
I reside in the middle of our trio�

Six below a Sister and Six above a Brother.
Sister and I lived a fatherless childhood.
Motherless when Foster Care was required�

Six years separating two growing young minds.
Despite circumstances similar our wounds scar separately.
Years pass by and my pains stay hidden inside�

Two thousand and one, A man impregnates my mother.
Six years turning seven and I�m to become a brother.
I see this man and know that he�ll never be my father�

If I�m night, Sister becomes dusk but Brother is day so bright.
His home was unbroken and his scars never sank deeper than skin.
An idol in his eyes crumbles under the scumbag�s lies�

Six years older than a Brother so unscathed.
Six years younger than a Sister so full of wrath.
Middle child Me is left to explore my mind so vast�

Sister rebels against the body she spawned from.
She thrives in a cheerleader�s popularity.
Sixteen and careless she houses new life within her ovaries�

Becoming a mother tears her social life apart.
Alone in her own world she still doesn�t heal.
She uses those who care and keeps sincerity far from her heart�

Still so young with two children to bear.
I feel the strings of family begin to tear.
Still a teen she leaves the house and into the world she tries to fare�

Several years earlier I look upon my brother.
He�s wrapped in a blanket and taken from mother.
The man he�ll call father is now a virgin mind�s sculptor�

Six years pass and I�ve never grown envious.
I watched a life of stability unfold and never felt jealous.
I sat to the side and learned in absence of a parent�s guidance�

A young man�s body housing my aging mind.
I felt the pains of past events bear down and grind.
The signs of depression go unnoticed by adults most of the time�

Attentions absorbed by Six years older sister and Six years younger brother.
Middle child Me is left alone to hear monsters scream louder than thunder.
Burying myself in knowledge postpones suicide as it makes me feel much humbler�

I find a father in books fore they show me things a younger brother will never know.
I find a mother in art fore it calms and comforts my inner dread.
My body stayed Six years younger and Six years older but my thoughts sailed ahead�

My older sister with a third child was lost in my words.
My younger brother who followed his father ignored any knowledge.
It wasn�t until I addressed a teacher as an equal that my views were noticed�

Six years older is my sister.
She covers her scars with false friends and acceptance.
Today she�s the homeless mother of four leeching off kind acts without shame�

Six years younger was my brother.
He grows in a picturesque home that his role model shattered.
Today he�s his father�s mirror image with no urge to achieve better�

Middle child Me stands proud in my skin.
I form beauty with words and face the monsters lurking in my past.
Today I bond with the mother I missed in childhood, Today I make my opinions known, Today I�m placed apart from Six years older sister and Six years younger brother but now They sit aside in the shadows.

Older sister and Younger brother share the same �X� as me and it marks us family, Past that I travel forward and leave the two of them to drown in the past.