This one is dedicated to the four people who should be able to identify themselves in this poem. The ones I owe my everything. I haven’t been there for them in a long time, but I hope they know they mean the world to me. And that I am always missing and thinking of them.
When the wind blew cold
Mercilessly slicing through the eyes
Standing alone fighting the cruelty of the society
You wrote your name tall with pride,
For tonight let’s pretend I was there, cheering you might!
The loud thud of a broken man
Fallen to the ground
Last breath on one last beat
Holding his head in your arms
As you cried for him to stay alive
Let’s pretend I was there, hugging you tight!
Calling out the bullies
The spineless ones who overlook it all
When you screamed your pain,
Grieving for your best friend
Let’s pretend I was there applauding your strength!
Today is progress, for the truth is out
The hurt inflicted on your innocent soul,
Has no control anymore.
For your wisdom outshines all the prejudices
Let’s pretend I was there when you forgave us all!
Black Coffee and Grey Stories 