My brother goes to all the concerts
and all the shows.
But when I ask mummy, she says no.
And my brother,
he comes home from school and goes to bed.
I do the dishes, listening to mummy,
telling me how tired she is.
And I rub oil into her feet, as she praises my brother
for his score sheet.
I get ready to go to a friend’s treat.
I put my hair down
Mummy’s oil soaked feet touch the ground-
I know its a no, yet I still try.
My brother goes to all the concerts and all the shows,
And, she tells me I am lucky
Lucky that i get to go to school
and lucky, that I am allowed to breathe.