The Other

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Sometimes I envy the other 

Sometimes I wish I was a brother 

Don't get me wrong, I don't mind being a mother,

nor a great - grandmother but 

when I feel those eyes on my back, I think 

I'd rather be the like the other. 

Brown circles, long locks 

stare hard at me.

"Take that off! You don't want that kind 

of attention." It's fine, I'll put him in detention.

Are you living in another dimension? 

Come down, I think there's a misapprehension.

I really don't want to cause tension

So I'll try prevention 

They stare at me in suspicion

My eyes glisten, coz they just 

don't know my intention

Pure, not looking for an ascension. 

Not to mention,

Not even seeking attention. But you cause tension

I blame the misapprehension. You

are afraid I'll need birth prevention 

No need for suspension 

Can you stop this pretention? 

I'm just an extension

 of the soul that gave e the most attention. 

I really do envy the other. It'll 

never happen. So why even 

bother? I do wish 

I was a brother. I feel 

trapped being a mother

Author's Note

please ignore the lack of form and structure. Please, please, please review; I really need to know what my fellow writers think about my writing. So thank you in advance.