By: JAZPER MALONE
Staff Writer
i had a dream last night,
your were my war hero brother,
recognized for your passion and honor,
i was honored to be called your brother,
no matter how much people hated it,
though your presence was seasonal,
i practically sewed frustration in my cheeks with a rusted needle,
i knew it was “selfish” to complain,
even so when you did see me,
i would feel so happy over such simple acknowledgment,
even as violent sobs were buried below,
hoping one day guilt rested on your tongue leaving an empathetic aftertaste,
hoping that your timeless acknowledgment would last longer and longer,
i know you were busy,
had things to do,
people to support,
but i was there too,
and i was tired,
anxiety swelled as the roots were tugged beneath my skin,
i folded against the wind and the floor met me halfway,
i held on to what i had left,
and embraced myself for an impact,
i shouldn’t have to suffer for you,
i shouldn’t have to beg you to be here,
i shouldn’t have to watch my mother tear herself apart at the likes of you,
i just wanted you to say you loved me,
come to my soccer games and tell me i did great,
see how far ive come and say im proud,
listen to me when i say,
i don’t suffer anymore,
because now i dream for myself