Brothers & Sisters

This is our street, brothers.
No others are allowed down it.

We rule the roost here.
No one questions our abilities.

No one makes fun of us.
Our deep voices resonate. Command

respect. Echo. Rattle windows. Echo.
Though when we hear the sound

of girlish laughter from the sister
street that runs parallel

we straighten up. Hold our stomachs
in. Smooth down our hair.

Not that we care what they think.
Not that we care. Not that we care.


It's A Man's, Man's, Man's World