Sacrifice
Big Bro Got You
As I stuggle with whether or not I can maintain my sanity I am conviced that I "have to" as a proud act of endless protection for you.
It hurts me knowing I have failed to live up to expecations but don't worry fam... your big Bro will always use survival instincts to get us through.
I can't offer you much from a financial stanspoint because I am usually without the means.
However temporarily abandoning my morals and standards to help make ends meet is acceptable;or at least that is how it sometimes seems.
The pressure I face as a gay man that once was oblivious to his simple yet magnetic looks is often frustrating enough to make me want to hide for eternity!!
Yes, your beatiful gay big Bro has unspoken daily battles navigating life in this double standard world which severely impacts me!
Yet, I consistently put up the brave face like several others in this world; hell at least I am blessed to have looks as a fall back.
As long as it is left up to me, you will never "go without" due to a selfless compromises that I lack!
I refuse to let my mental challenges prevent me from having your best interest consantly on my mind.
I am technically not always your "big bro"; sometimes you're my senior who's cognitive decline is a result of dealing with a society that is so unkind!
Never the less, whether you're my sibling, family or friend you can continue to place your trust in me knowing the love I have for you.
No physical or mental sacrifice is to large; as long as GOD continues to supply me with life "Big bro GOT YOU!!!"
By Bryant Mosley
YOUNG JIM'S PLIGHT
The parson sat in a pew,
surrounded by the deacons.
As the meeting drew
to and end, one of the sons
of the local merchant barged in.
“Doc, momma sent me to find you.
Jim is terribly sick, Ma's taken
him to your house, and they need you.
The doctor, who had long been a deacon
in this little church, rushed to his house.
The Parson raced after the medical man.
Hoping he could, her fears douse,
he prayed with the boys' Ma.
Her husband soon rushed in
The fear on his face was raw
as he spoke to the medical man.
There was only one medicine
that could save the boy
but Doc had none in his possession.
Hoping, a rider to deploy,
he sent telegraphs to every doctor
within a hundred miles. Only one
had any of the drug he could offer.
Time was the enemy, they needed a fast stallion.