As I see you…
lying there…
the same bones which grew
strong on beating me
now weak
the same eyes which made me hate and fear you
now half-closed and blood red
the same hands that once tied me to your chair
now shaking to the funky beat of Alzheimer’s
the same legs which kicked me into the dirt of our
ghibbi
now frozen
and callused…
as I see you try to apologize
for years and years
and
years of neglect
as the words
choke you
as
your tears scorch you
as
the pain tears you
as
the bridge you broke comes tumbling down
on you
i am supposed to take care
of you, right?
even as you lay dying in
front of me, you win.
i am the same boy who just wanted your respect
sometimes your love
sometimes your "aleh
lije"…
i found love in your wrath.
i sought peace in your contempt.
i added love to your screams.
i survived because i loved
you.
but this blood… it
is thicker than water. So here i
am.
but this time, you
can’t hurt me.
i know this because
i came to take care of you,
abatay.
but even when you are dying,
you have a lot of power
