Driver 13

I need a vcr
then you will understand
why they called me a fa got
got it not it 
or told me to shut the 
fck up suck it up

Before that it was
''He 'she 'It'' 
they called me
'purple hair' 
after living overseas 
behind me
long hair already
left Korea 
didn't see Vietnam yet
wait until we get back to the 'states
Vietnam has estates too you know
burning rubber groves and napalm 
on aging palms

Let's go back to
The best frenemies, too
bullies aren't any older 
than me yet
go get the strongest fighter
fiercest I dont know or care

before that
a room beside me
we hide so close to 
a homophobic driver
video games in 
a detention hall
a surviver of what 
they know next  
I didn't  ever want to  know

A small white room with a tv 
above a blank table top
Driver is the game the kids/ ask
if is it real as my mind thinks
about the adults on fire 
in the museum built just for me
an American child talking to another

what do you mean?
they asked me
when it was not 
the question of the day
'attacking us'!  What's this about
The dangers of us, or them?
I'm no longer in Vietnam, today
2020 is another war another way
Copyright © | Year Posted 2021

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