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Every day when I walk home from school
I see a woman with her young son
Asking for money by the road.

I stick my hands in my pocket and
Turn my head away.
There is nothing I can do because
I only have three dollars on me.

My brother is 4 years older than me 
And he's also 4 times better than me at most things. 

School, sports, music, art, 
Things I thought I was good at 
He would excel in. 

I am reminded suddenly of that time in like 2015 or something when the "President" said,
"I could stand in the middle of Fifth Avenue and shoot somebody, and I wouldn't lose any voters."
I think he knew what he was talking about.

Mom. 
There's this girl I've been avoiding. 

I've known her for a long time, 
And we were close some time ago. 
But at some point we just grew apart. 

I don't believe in psychics, but I believe in fortune cookies. 
It's not as if I particularly like the taste-- 
But it feels special somehow. 

It slips out of my mouth easily.

Pushes past my lips with little protest

And I almost forget the weight the words carry.

Easy as they go,

It’s hard to remember that

It

Hurts