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Jordan Perry Poem
Dear Dad,
I love you. They're three simple one syllable words, and yet three of the words I never remember hearing from you. You say it to them, but never to me. Everyday I'm stuck asking myself the same questions. Am I not as good as them? Not as important? Not what you expected? Am I just not good enough for you to love? Just because I'm different. I'm just unique. Just because I may be above average weight or give below average attempts. It just makes me who I am. I am the Fat Amigo. My way is never right. It has to be your way. If it isn't your way than it isn't the right way. Let me do it my way it may not be best for you but it is for me. I remember the critiques but I never remember praise. It was never "nice single son," it was always, "why didn't you keep running?" I remember the times you forgot my birthday but never theirs. You remember everything about them. They're the good children. I'm the reject of the family. I may never be good enough for you. I may never be like my brothers or sisters. I may never be the son you always wanted me to be, but I am who I am. It may not be good enough for you and if it isn't than there's the door. Walkout like you did three years ago because unlike you I know my friends won't. No matter how big of a jerk I am I know unlike you they will always be there. You don't care if you see me. You never have and you never will. We live in a here today and gone tomorrow type world. If I was gone tomorrow you wouldn't notice. It would be just like every other week to you. Only difference is you get a couple hours back on your Saturdays and one less waist of money. My friends know me better than you do. They see all my good qualities. They know I would sacrifice my happiness in a second to make sure they could smile or laugh. They can see the person inside me. My best friend is more of a father figure than you ever have been or ever will be. Unlike you I'm not afraid to say it I love you. Even if you don't feel the same way back. I'm not as worthless as you think even if it may seem so.
Sincerely,
Over looked no more
Copyright © Jordan Perry | Year Posted 2012
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Jordan Perry Poem
I can feel the walls closing in. I have never seen a more blackened
darkness. A silence so deep I can hear the mice and the cockroaches
running alone the ?oor. The guards come to get me and bring me to the
long walk. I'm walking the White Mile and I can see the horri?ed faces of
the others. I was framed, I didn't do anything wrong. The door is getting
closer and closer. I try to stop in my tracks but these monsters won't let me.
They keep pushing me towards that door. No matter how many times I
shout that I'm innocent it makes no difference. I'm just feet away from the
door now. One last chance. I stop and pivot and just as I'm about to take off
running and never look back. The one person I thought was on my side
grabs my arm. I can't believe it. It's my own mother. Now she's making me
go towards the door. I don't understand, she said it wouldn't be this bad.
She told me it would all be okay. The door is just an arms length away. I'm
only ten years old so why am I being treated like a mass murderer? I hear
the sadistically evil laugh coming from the doctor behind the door. I'm
getting the three lethal injections or as others may call it, the flu shot.
Copyright © Jordan Perry | Year Posted 2012
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