If we’re willing to bleed,
fight, die for one another
we owe it to them, live
really live, while we can
9.18.19
sixth draft finished
hand-written notes
in margins, in purple
filled binder, in hopes
a kid threw a desk today
I pointed out he was mad
he made another kid sad
because they were fat and slow
asked him why and he blamed
everyone else, even the victim
so he flipped a table instead
of asking himself why am I
9.9.19
We all change, time sees to that
We lose parts along the way
In war those we love the most
Don’t always come home again.