Sometimes it’s hard to be a teenage twin. I live in a house with my two parents, my twin brother, and my two dogs. Since my brother and I are both teenagers, we get blamed for the majority of mishaps in my home. If Ryan, my brother, forgot to do his chores, it suddenly becomes my fault because “we are twins” and we share the same duties. Or if my father breaks a glass plate, I am accused because I am “a teenager” and teenagers apparently have a reputation for not caring about little, unimportant things. No matter what the problem is, if something goes wrong in the Burchfield household, my brother and I are the first suspects. In Wanda Coleman’s poem “Sears Life”, the speaker gets accused of shoplifting because she is an African American teenager. The minute she walks into the store, “eyes follow her everywhere”, because the workers assume she is going to steal something. I know how this feels. Right when trouble presents itself, my brother and I get thrown under the bus. The world needs to know that not all teenagers lack morals and responsibility. Also, my parents need to know that if my brother messes up, it is not automatically my fault too.
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