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"Go" He says
"Love them" He says
"Hear me" He says
and all the time I refuse God's will
I go to the ghetto school
old school
cracked sidewalks, musty lunchroom school
yellowed tiles and creaky stairs school
the school that all the hispanics are zoned for
It is not the new school
not the fresh asphault, shiny lunch tables school
not the waxed floors, polished elevators school
not the school where the privilaged go
but my school is home
Sweet 16
spelled in icing
and as my sister turned another year older
I was nowhere to be found
On a day that was not about me
I made it all about me
I hope that I can be forgiven
I fear I will never learn how to do everything right
What honestly makes people obey
those stiff men in uniform?
Is it the fear of punishment
Or is it the promise of reward and a better life
if they shut their mouths and do what they are told.
maybe one day they will be on patrol
in control
I am a go doer
A 10 mile a day runner
A morning stretcher
A don't stop until it's doner
I am not a quitter
I am a winner
And all the time I am getting stronger
small town
sparkling bright
with lights and ornaments
and half way across the world
a decorated soldier
misses home
crew neck
pulled tight across his skin
thin cotton
smells like him
I can feel the heat
rolling off his arms and chest
close against me
he is pressed
crew neck
summer nights
this is how I know everything will be alright
The air is hot
dusty sunlight streaming in
crooked blinds
and years of yellowed photos hanging on the walls
you can almost hear the fans from years past
and standing at center court their cheers have faded
this is the auxiliary gym
a place of rich history
that is slowly dying
feel
until you find the doorknob
that opens a door
you never knew was there
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