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Drowning On the Waterfront
where the learning happens in between moments like after a wave passes
i have lots of moments where everything changes
i learn from these moments
a lot of the waves are ignited from a storm out of nowhere
there is storm after storm in my life
i feel the sticky heavy air weighing on my shoulders
i am 4 and my brother is 2
my daddy left
i remember him getting in the car
and driving in the opposite direction
i am 5 and my brother is 3
i remember men coming and going
i remember one that was a monster
he was sent away after we found a shot in his laundry
i didn't understand why he was so mean then but i do now
i am 7 and my brother is 5
there was one that stayed
things weren't perfect
but now i had two dads
the new one took us far away
i am still 7 and my brother is 6
things were good
we got to come home every other weekend
till the day the yelling started again
we couldn't leave
when we did we didn't go back
i am 8 and my brother is 6
i lost another man
we got to move back home
after a while he returned
at first i didn't trust that he was going to stay
i am 10 and my brother is 8
it's st patrick's day
my least favorite day of the year
everyone is drunk
i lost another person
this time a step mom
i am alone holding my brother crying
my dad ran away that night
i couldn't sleep
when he finally returned i watched him sleep
to ensure that he will not leave again
i am 17 and my brother is 15
my brother has always been my constant
my boat in the middle of the storm
but now im am just the ship rat
he has other priorities
the number of days and memories tarnished are growing
i have learned that alcohol is usually what ignites the storms
i am a shell drowning slowly in a ocean of drunks and people i can't rely on
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This was inspired by Sarah Kay's peom Montauk. My poem was inspired by the line " Where the learning happens in between moments, like after a wave passes"