you think i am too easily offended but
you are quicker to anger than i
you are harder to fix than i
you say someone like me just needs a backbone while
you live a faceted struggle
you teeter on the seesaw of courtesy and vitriol
you are my elder brother
you have had more time to make mistakes
you matured with them under the coir but
you can strip away the husk
i worry for you and at times
i am scared of you
but you swerved today
so as not to hit a possum
who had already been smeared across the asphalt
and felt sadness as though it was your fault
i glimpse your humanity
and realize
i want hope for you