Friday, April 24, 2009

When I found out
what you did
I thought I could smile,
gloat, but for some reason
I was so proud, so proud
of what you did and what
I could never do,
and when I found out
how he told you
all of his sadness
all of my mistakes
and none of his,
you called me such names
filled him with power
told him how right he was,
how right,
I thought about the language we both spoke
and how I still
could never understand you,
or the way you tried
and tried
to push me down.

Someone you didn't know,
and never tried to,
someone who once thought
you were brave,
and was told by the very boy
you raise into bigheadedness
that you were
but brave.

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