Following the Duality blog I recently posted I felt it was important to share a very personal piece of mine. After Sharing that blog it helped me to confront the dualistic nature my brother and I faced, as I mentioned in a previous blog, I was “Day” and he was Night” before I share the poem here is the background story. In 2008, my brother and I were experiencing a lot turbulence in our relationship, that felt strange because we always grew up super close. In 1995, before his passing, my father’s very last words to me were “Son….. I love you, take care of your mother and your brother” Whenever I visit that tender age of 9, I can hear those so vividly it scares me at times. That was my mission and I did it to the best of my abilities. I was my brother's keeper and I upheld that responsibility, so when his life began to go down the wrong path it bothered me to the core. I felt partly responsible, or guilty of not being able to do more.
What I’ve come to understand that people have free will, and their own individual path all you can do is show them the way. Fast forward to 2018, 10 years after writing this poem so much has changed for my brother. Our relationship has grown tremendously, in many respects it has evolved. I am blessed and happy to say I am super proud at how far he has come. Not only is he a wonderful father to my beautiful niece Talaya Pickett who is 8, he is fully pursuing his passion for cooking. In 2008, when I initially bothered me to write this poem, but at the time that was the only way I knew how to express the will of my soul.
Night & Day
My brother and I are like night and day, because in some respects the way he acts I can never behave/
And I just do not understand,
because we were planted in the same ground, watered down,
and nurtured by the same hands/
My brother and I are like night and day, because I value my life and it seems as if he does not care if he smokes his away/
And I just do not comprehend, because we were raised in the same barn,
and hatched from the same hen/
My brother and I are like night and day, because when it’s time to get serious he likes to play/
And I just do not conceive, because we were taught to believe that,
you can have anything of your dreams/
My brother and I are like night and day, because when I sit him down to discuss his issues he looks at me with this stupid face with nothing to say/
It’s like he settling for a driver license, and a Highschool Diploma/
That shit he is smoking has him literally wrapped up in a comma/
And he doesn't see anything wrong as long as weed smell is apart of his aroma/
And there he goes sitting on the couch watching tv eating donuts like he’s Homer/
Listen little bro, this is not the Simpson’s, this reality/
What has obstructed the air flow to the state of your mentality?/
Don’t you see that it is suffocating your brain/
Your reluctance to change is seriously causing me pain/
How can we be so different, yet we are one in the same?/
My brother and I are like Night and day, despite the many differences we have I love him with all my heart, so please don’t get the wrong impression with the things that are portrayed/
Because even with all of this stuff going down, I will Kindly surrender my life just to see him turns his around/
My brother and I are like Night Day/
Written By: Lorenzo Pickett, 2008