Браты беларусы

I woke up, chaos all around,

Mom shouting, morning thunder sound:

“Have you studied English, Turkish too?

By July — no excuse, you must, it’s true!”

Tears fell like stormy rain,

Yesterday I cried, I cried from pain.

Bullies hit, bruises dark and blue,

And nobody came — what was I to do?

Breakfast table: chicken-ananas salad delight,

Rice “grechanyky” and sausage — all right.

Pepsi instead of morning tea,

Capusnyak optional, I let it be.

English goes well, books bring me joy,

I don’t want to be an economist — I’m not that ploy.

I’m a nonconformist, not like the rest,

Piercing on my body, tattoos on my chest.

Android upgrade, portable charger in hand,

Nintendo game and drawing tablet — perfect plan.

Mom says: “We’ll learn English through games, no way around,”

I sigh, laugh, and chaos still surrounds.

Football, Ice Age, shooters for fun,

Life’s a game, the morning’s not yet done.

Dreams are mine, I carve my own lane,

Braty Belarusy — join the ride, not in vain!