January 24

spoken word- To my little brother

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You

have aqua blue eyes as if the hue of the sea was poured into your iris.

I

gazed into those glistening eyes as they first opened.

As our eyes interlocked I felt your presence.

You

absorbing the light of the world to project into your mind for the first time.

I

held you as if I was holding a whole universe, within my cradled arms.

The very day I vowed to protect you.

I

promise you, how small you believe you are

The galaxies existent on the pinpoints of your mind,

are far from being irrelevant.

You

love to ask why, as if your lips always knew how to form that very word.

Your mind’s questions stretch as far as the eye can see,

in order to piece together your endless curiosity.

You

will always try to find the different side of every story, the lesson beyond the hurt, the character behind the name and the beauty in the least expected.

I

will show you that no matter where you are in this world, the moon is no bigger than your thumb. You are the center of your own existence, there is no need to be afraid.

You

will paint the rainbow after every harsh storm,

just to show  the world beauty can blossom out of the darkest clouds.

I

will teach you how to share toys, like you will one day share this world.

You

have the ability to make your smile travel around the world and come back to you. Just by the exchange of joy through strangers.

Your smile can do wonders.

If you allow the edges of your mouth to lift, and creases of your eyes appear.

I

will remind you of the small pockets of happiness you forgot you had along the way.

You

recovering your gifts like a diamond in the ruff, discovering treasures within yourself you never thought you had.

You have the urge,

to create, what you feel

to discover, what you question

to fight, for what you love

We all do.

You

shouldn’t allow fear to suppress your instinct for adventure. Despite what they say the only person you can ever be is yourself.

I

wish I could shield you from harsh parts of this world, but my hands aren’t big enough to mold all the hurt I wish to transform.

Promise me you

will not allow the shards of hatred, to tare open your untouched skin, to draw out your kindness like blood. To be dry of the very thing that nurtured you.

I

will feel your pain, may it be a scrape on your knee or the cracking of your heart. I will feel it all.

You

are never broken, even if it may feel your heart scattered of broken glass. I will piece together every fragment that was displaced, despite my fingers cut open and bleeding.

I

will be your bandage, my arms wrapping around and around. Every heart soar you feel, to heal, to protect all your wounded parts. To seal your innocence, so remorse won’t infect you.

You

As your soft cheeks and dimple turn to a jaw line and stubble, when you have broadened shoulders and rough hands that turn to fists.

I

will remind you, to never raise your hand to a women, unless she is your teacher and you are asking a question.

You

can use those fists to build up the broken, to plant pillars where you stand lifting your potential. To use your strength to change the world.

I

don’t want this world to get the best of you, stealing your forgiving spirit to bitterness.

And you

will not occupy and value your happiness based on endless digits and dollar signs. Nothing can compare to the satisfaction of unconditional love family gives. To be rich off love, instead of self-indulgence.

 You

will not let the sand of time slip  through your finger tips. Holding onto grudges, and pain you will not forgive.

I

know one day, you will not need me to fight your battles. To seal up your wounds for you will be stronger. But I will always have your back, with reinforcements just in case.

Most of all, I want you to know

you may out grow the rides, be able to reach the monkey bars standing up.

But you will never out grow the opportunities life holds,

you will never out grow the love I have for you.


This spoken word poem is for my youngest brother, Isaac. We have 13 years age difference, and he has so much to learn and discover in this world as a young boy. He just means the world to me. Creating this poem was meaningful to me as I plan to show him this when he is older. It was enjoyable to write as I was speaking from my heart. I have a very motherly sense of voice in this poem, because that is the similar characteristic I have for Isaac.

I loved creating this piece, hope you enjoy.

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