We grew up clutched in the same arms,
raised with the same guidance.
We walked different sides of
the same path, our hands linked
on our mutual journey.
When did we become so divided?
When did the double helix that
conjoined us become undone?
Why, now, must we be glaring at each other
from different sides of the same mirror?
I don't know what love means anymore
if I still love you.
Can love be pain and criticism,
laced with spite and ulterior motives?
It shouldn't be.
How can you stand back and let
someone tear down the essence of
your very being?
Insult the essence of the very people
who brought you up?
Defend them?
Do you even know who you are anymore?
Tear me down for defending what's right,
what you once knew as right,
to try to silence me.
By DNA we are one.
By moral standpoint, you stand
miles and miles from me, a mere speck
in my sight. A mere speck of dust
that I brush from the cover of a
family photo album, as I reminisce
the days when we stood in diapers
at a windowsill, wondering
at the world outside,
when we shared toys and cooked
plastic gourmet meals at our play kitchen.
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