30 Year Old Apology

When grade school started we hit it off.

We played GI Joe and idolized the Hoff.

Making nunchucks, throwing Chinese stars,

Our adventures had the coolest scars.

We were ninjas, me, you, and Shawn too.

Careful planning capers, had the same dreams too.

We stayed up late drinking Shasta,

Or playing “sho-nuff masta”.

Fight over who got be Bruce Leeroy,

Robert Taylor you were always my boy.

Your dad was always away, secret mission.

I never pried too much, wasn’t fishin’.

Remember when little sis thought she’d be a boy when she got old.

Didn’t believe the truth that we told.

Another memory that still lingers around,

Bullies on the Hawthorne playground.

They called you a name I never heard,

Your face change after just one word.

We ran around the campus to get away in fear.

Told Mr. S he said “Did it sound like Niger?”

In the 8th grade I blew up like a bomb.

I’ll never forget the day you insulted my mom,

Called her a whore,

We pounded each other,

Locker room floor.

You made me so mad I could spit,

I said your skin was Brown,

because you were full of shit.

Coach broke us up,

You fled the scene,

How could blood brothers turn so mean?

I sat in the office,

Cracking every knuckle, tense.

I haven’t lost my temper like that since.

Were you pushed by others,

What did they say?

Did you tell them we were best friends,

since grade K?

I hope you have fond memories of our childhood,

In our Everett hood, please forgive me if you could.

My life wouldn’t be the same if I didn’t have you as my kin.

I always recognized your friendship before I noticed your skin.

I remember being told we were different, why is this taught?

Your face when I crossed that line I never forgot.

We can make this world a better place, I know that we can.

But how the fuck did you become a republican?

Published by capnclint

Poet, father. Trying to create meaningful work and leave the world a better place.

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