I don’t come to you in sunlight
Place of night time misadventure
Drunk. Wild. Shirtless.
We were different once.
This place seemed different.
The oval where we wanted
To make the boys notice us
When we were fourteen
The inscription covered tables
Where we wasted months
ditching our last classes.
The lockers where I was ‘welcomed’
Covered in soda, springing forth
Hissing, sealing my name.
The place where he tried
to teach me to skate
and I later stood crying for him.
The seats where I was swung around
By the boy who was like a brother then
Who danced with me when I was a débutante
Skipping class
To play Nintendo,
Raid the street
Explore the bush
Bitch at the park
Run to the suburbs
Meet at Knox
And Mock authority.
This is where I grew up,
With the people I cared for
For a while.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
this is a flash back for a lot of us :)) nice!