Menu
Complex CommunITY
Where every complex has a voice
Estarías orgulloso de mi padre -You would be proud of me Dad.
It's not long ago I still think about our old home in Cuba. How you would work all day, living an honest life to try and provide for me and madre. Living an honest life in a world full of liars is difficult but it never broke your spirit. It was never fair or did it care about how you worked yourself to death. I just thought when people would say that, it would mean that you would live your long life and one day sleep from all your hard work. No, it was because you worked so much that you put yourself in the line of fire for others to look over. People in our town didn't care about honesty or living a good life. They knew nothing of it, they showed no care or mercy when they shot you. They had no reason except for the fact that you were there at the wrong time. I had to provide for Madre, but her heart was broken from the lost of you. She grew ill and we could not afford the doctor. No one would help, the medicine they said that she needed cost so much. If I were there at the time of your shooting, I would of jumped in the line for you. I would try to protect you, you know I would be able to handle it. You hid me from everyone, because you said they would take me. They would use what I was born with to make things even worse for the people that lived in their world. You were wrong there mi Padre, they would not control me. I heard about a trade post that wasn't too far from our home, they would have a package of medicine and drugs that they would sell off to the highest bidders. They keep us poor on purpose, even when you do try to work hard. I paid off the guy who told me the information with the little that I had, it was a lot to gamble but Madre was worth it. They shot me. Again. And Again. But every time they fired, I felt the piecing bullets somehow melt into my flesh. Almost, absorbing it. The more they did it, the warmer I got. They made me stronger and I did something you would hate if you were to be alive. I killed them, I killed all of them. The medicine and drugs were mine. I could use what I had to help Madre and the others? Well, people would pay nicely for them and maybe I can get enough to get me and Madre out of Cuba.
0 Comments
Leave a Reply. |
Categories
All
Honorable Complexes:
|