Never Forget Who You Are - Podcast Version

Never Forget Who You Arethe boy with a knife clutched in his handscursing happiness through the doorwayNever Forget Who You Were at 17the boy who crushed pills- a sharp inhale -amphetamines brokewhen the sleep medicines could notsleep has teethNever Forget Who You Are, Icarusa man with too much ashand no roads left to scatter themand your neck bentin silent worship of the sunNever Forget Who You Are, Bubbleyour father’s prideuntil the disease brokeandbubblestartedsoundingalittlelesslikeyounever forget who you are, tho tho“tho tho ma raza”the notes rung until they stuckgrandparents sing for youin a living room full of old leather chairsin a house you’ll never return tountil “ma raza” becomes truenever forget who you are, edenexemptA writer with a pen clutched tightly in his teethAuthors note: This is a non fictional poem carrying references to my culture, ethnicity and background. if you enjoyed this poem and want more like it, consider liking the post and leaving a comment - Icarus/Edenexemptthis page is a reader-supported publication. To receive new posts and support my work, consider becoming a free or paid subscriber. Get full access to The House Still Exists at edenexempt.substack.com/subscribe