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Random Poem:

Part II (Bravery)

i was fifteen when the word
"brave" adopted a new meaning.
i woke up to my mother calling,
a yell over the answering
machine and it was time. i
suited into sweat pants and
a vest. i armed myself with
exacto-blades and a survival
she used to need to tell me
that they were bad men trying
to hurt her. but by now, she
gave all that up. she'd just
tell me that it was my duty
or responsibility. that it
was all part of growing up
to protect my mother from
twenty minutes later found
me outside a building still
being constructed and our
contractors staring us down.
three plus the father glaring
at me, as if i was the problem.
i don't remember who acted
first. or how it happened, i
just remember being afraid
and noticing one of them
reaching for a gun. you're
supposed to form sort of an
X with your hands while
simultaneously dipping your
body and reaching up with
your hands to first tilt
the barrel away and then
attempt the snatch- tossing
it away to this field and
kicking him in the head. his
eyes fluttered while he fell,
and i remember the fear of
that moment. speaking to
myself that i was just doing
what needed to be done and
anyone would have done the
i felt big, back then. but i'd
say to myself at night, though
that it'd all go away when i
woke up. that i wouldn't have
to fight. and i'd roll myself
onto my side soaking the other
side of the pillow. never finding
the cold spot to rest my head
today, i lay awake at night,
flipping my pillow, talking
out loud to myself about how
in the morning, the sun will
still rise; that i dont
have to do a thing - but even
in the warmth of solitude,
in my exiled existence i still

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