Saturday, 11 March 2017

I am not your homie

Don't act like you know me, like you know me

I don't know you

It transpires that I "knew" very little
I "knew" very few

Expectations, prejudices, and blind trust

I filled in the gaps

To complete the storyline

To justify the anger and pain

Not only did I lie

I wallowed in self pity

The dead friend...........alive

The hounded military cousin...............worked for and now living in the States

Did my childhood memories really happen, or are they also someone else's exagerated sanitised stories; absorbed, assimilated and converted by repetition into into concrete connections