Disclaimer: I don't own Newsies, Oscar or Morris. Just this itty bitty poem.
Summary: Oscar reflects on how his brother treats him.
Rating: PG
i don't want to
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beating children on the streets
telling them they're worthless
i push them around
it doesn't matter why
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i'm good at it
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i can push them down
and hold them there
i'm stronger than most
and they see it
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but they don't really see
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this isn't me
i'm not this mean
hateful
evil
person that wants to do these things
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i'm just good at it
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i'm used to it
i know how
how to make people do exactly what i want them to
how to make them follow me
as i follow
loyal
obedient
unloved
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i hate it
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i hate following
but i have no choice
i have no say
and if i tried
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i hate it
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i hate it
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i hate what he makes me do
my own brother
i hate him
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morris
companion
brother
enemy
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he taught me how to hurt
he taught me
by hurting me
then testing me
then continuing to test me
i perform
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strong
cruel
apethetic
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but
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sinful
guilty
embarrassed
remorseful
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i don't want to
i have to
i'm told to
i hate it
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i'm hated
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i hate
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i'm sorry
Author's Notes: My first attempt at poetry-esque writing. It was kind of depressing. Anyways, it's a companion piece to Literature, so check that out if you'd like! Oh, and if you would, maybe leave me an itty bitty review? And yes, I do like the phrase itty bitty today!