A WAR BETWEEN ME AND MY TWIN
Me and my brother have a side of hate and love for our father and mother
Over the years we grew apart and never knew each other
In our growth love and hate
Sometimes a heart can bring peace in his state
We saw violence and gore but we stood strong like a soldier in a war
Our state has no name staying in school is the game
Deep inside my hazy brown eyes
I still hear the voice and all of the lies
Young and with the power not even the community can stand taller than our tower
My half is talented and smart
I carry a red rose as our love in my heart
With half a heart in my chest and the other one in his chest that we both got blessed
Frustration leads us into our education
He's the wedge and I am the anger that takes it to the edge
In my mind I think of my twin all of the time
I will always remember the love we have for each other
I would have never got blessed with you if it wasn't for mother
Black and green is not our favorite color
Being famous is not what we need
Being at the desk is the key
Being in this war I want out
When we are together I scream and shout
We play with hands and gloves always remember me
You I will love, I love Ronald just as much as I love Donald
−poetry by a Geneva Youth
