I punched him,
As hard as I could,
Right between his ribs.
Blood in, blood out.
He punched me,
As hard as he could,
Right in my face.
Blood in, blood out.
A mutual hate for,
One another,
Filled our veins,
During that time.
Blood in, blood out.
It was him versus me,
Brother against brother.
Pitted against each,
Other by our,
Very own parents.
Blood in, blood out.
Although the same blood,
Flowed through our veins,
We were divided,
By the circumstances,
Life threw our way.
Blood in, blood out.
Had we completely,
Given in to the malice,
That had been building,
Within us, one of us,
May not be here today.
Blood in, blood out.
Had that been the case,
Then none of us would,
Have made it to today.
Blood in, blood out.
It was during that one,
Day in the park, that,
We realized where we,
Were in life.
We looked back to,
Where we started,
And the fact we were,
Alive was a miracle.
Blood in, blood out.
Though we had fought,
And fought until fatigue,
Had replaced the hate,
Flowing through us,
We had made it to that,
Point in life together.
Blood in, blood out.
We realized that we,
Were just pawns in a,
Game played by the,
Demons that plagued,
Our parents.
Blood in, blood out.
On that day, we truly,
Became brothers.
Not simply because of,
The same blood that,
Flowed within us, but,
Because of the fires,
That molded us and,
The pain that finally,
Bonded us forever.
Blood in, but,
Never out.
About the Creator
Omar Gonzalez
When not busy with other professional endeavors, Omar spends his time thinking of ways to write about his life. Whether it is encounters with love, heartache, religion, or self-discovery, he has a poem or story for such an experience.
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