Brother

by Dainon Moody

Never been offered

the opportunity to bask in the beauty

of black. Now this neighborhood

is mine, each colored brother

my friend. If I stare into your eyes,

I’m admiring. If I’m quiet,

I’m observing. I will be

your best friend.

I will walk amongst

your braided children and smile

and touch and joke with them

and never see colors.

I see deep into the unique,

for we’re twins in that aspect,

cherish the thought

of you and your way of life

forever.