This was a fun prompt, and this poem (if it reads like one) is a little more personal and truthful than others and I really did ask my sibling to remind of anything, even inconsequential, that I'd stolen from him, because I NEVER, ever steal stuff. (mama raised me right!)
Then he tried to recall and remembered this and got sorta offended. (Well, this was a one-off and it's good to have some vices but I wouldn't call it stealing)
It brings back nostalgia of childhood... Anyways here goes-
2006, dear brother
That year, I fell in love
with the beautiful game.
Not the spiritual kind, us, but
Awakening, during the World cup
I found my religion
But you got the white tunic, all fans did, right?
Wearing which made one feel
part of Die Manschaft, part of the eleven.
But me? And I envied you for it.
Capitalism didn’t care about teenage girl followers
At least not then, not here
Then you crossed borders into England,
But Deutschland, in my heart held
a special place, and thank you for that.
Though, we don’t belong to both.
What I don’t thank you for
is accusing me ‘You stole my jersey!’
Well, I didn’t steal it, not technically
First you switched sides, and you’d grow out of
and wouldn’t take it out of the closet
too scared to ruin the white, and being younger,
hand-me-downs were my thing
I did not appreciate, but got used to,
this was going to be mine anyways
So no, this isn’t an apology,
but what is this for, anyway?
Yes, your reminding me of that now
helped recall that shared passion
as kids, we have forgotten
in the process of becoming adults.