I always remember that moment. You inspired me.
How did I inspire you?
You told me, “you can be what you want boy”.
How old are you?
Eleven.
How old was I then?
Thirty-four.
Where did we meet?
In the park.
I do not remember.
I remember everything.
How did we meet?
By a tree.
What were you doing?
I was pushing my sister in a swing.
What do you say next?
I was swinging.
What do you do next?
I do not remember.
You pull your hood and smile.
You tell me, “you better be brave boy. Remember what I taught you”.
You see me lower my head.
You ask, “What are you doing boy?”
I said in a low voice, “Collapse and pray”.
You tell me, “If you want to become a man, you must be different from others”.
You tell me, “you must never bow to someone else”.
You tell me, “Kick at least four men and sleep with them, you must be different from others”.
Remembering that night, I still do not understand why.
You tell me to stand up and spit on people.
Then I am dead.
You say to me, “To become a man, you must have a permanent point of view”.
Remembering that night, I still do not understand why.
You stole my tears.
You tell me, “you will know your tomorrow, if you’re drowning in tears tonight”.
I am not afraid to die. Let me see my tomorrow.
You stole my tears.
Where are you going?
To the park.
To do what?
To deliver a letter to a girl who is eight years old.
Why are you doing that?
I know she is eight years old.
Why are you delivering a letter to her?
I remember still. I reached her by a tree. She was sleeping and was dreaming.
She woke up and opened her pocket. I gave her a letter.
Why did she open her pocket?
A girl who looks like a boy, a girl. Did I say a boy, it is a girl.
You do not care about her.
You do not care about her.
She brings her hand to her mouth and smiles.
You tell me, “sometimes a sad girl, sometimes a loving girl, sometimes she is not a girl”.
I remember still. I told her, “I am not a boy”.
She looks at me and laughs.
Why does she laugh?
She laughs and says “why”.
I tell you that, “It is a girl”.
I see her hand going to my tie to untie it.
You say to me, “you never cheat people”.
I realize you are right. I realize you are right.
I touch her hair, I say, “you are wasting time”.
You say to me, “Let her leave”.
I let her go. She walks away laughing.
I am dead.
She calls me from far. She calls, “you are a boy”.
I say to you, “you are wrong”.
You ask me, “what do you mean”.
I say to you, “you are wrong”.
I am very romantic and say, “you are with me”.
You said, “If she thinks so, you will not be happy”.
I am crying in the dark. I tell you, “I am at the park, bent over. I am crying”.
You say, “it is not a man to cry in the rain”.
I say, “you are wrong”.
You say to me, “I told you to be brave. You are not brave”.
