Poetry | Jasminne Ezratty; Photo | Michael Lee
I don’t think I’ve been okay since 1993
Then again, I was the surprise baby for my parents
So how are you supposed to take care
Of something that isn’t exactly meant to exist?
I’ve tried waging war on the world,
but mostly myself
Sent all my good soldiers to the battlefield
They all returned,
but they were extremely wounded.
I got some new “allies”
Lack of interest in anything.
I really thought I’d win this war back in middle school
Before things got really out of control
Here I am, able to legally buy a beer
And I’m growing tired of war
And all my soldiers are barely alive
And these “allies” have done more harm than help
I’ve got nothing left to lose
Except false hope and temporary sense of security
The white flag in the distance looks tempting
Maybe I’ll just