Poems & thoughts

I'm the lucky one

You were sitting in the bed of your room while the voice of a man sounded from the radio

"America is a strong and glorious nation. These are, definitely, the gold days of our country"

But you know that is not true. You're too young but you know what is really goin on. You can see injustice and misery everywhere. You can see it when your parents ar talking about money and debts if they think you can't hear them. But you can and you understand them. You notice how hard it is to keep a house to pass the winter but you also know that some people, a few people do not have that problem. In your neighborhood, have a house a something to eat is a very good reason to be grateful with a God you do not believe in. A God would not let good and kind people die. That God is careless, and you don't want to believe in it.

"James get hurry or you'll be late for school"

"I'm coming Mom"

You turn off the radio and you leave the room. You don't like school, you never did but you have to. You give a kiss in the cheek to your mother and you get out of your hose. On your way tto school. The time moves very slowly here. You only want to go out and play with your friends, even you'll like go into a fight. You like fights. They make you feel alive and brave, but the most important thing, you like win. Classes finish and your friends and you organized a a soccer match. You would have preferred a fight but this is a good plan anyway. 

While you are playing, you see a skinny blond hair boy watching the match. His eyes are filled with sadness but he is smiling at the same time. You think that is wrong. He should be able to play with you but the others won't let him. That makes you angry and you hit the ball with all that fury. That is not fair, and you know it. The match ends and you and you turn your head but the guys is no there anymore. You start to looking for him and there he is, walking alone to his house. You don't know why but you want to talk to him. He has something that the others don't.

Reaching to him is not a big deal but you don't know what to say. and you don't have to. When he sees you, a frank smile lights up his face. A face full of bruises and a split lip. You return him the smile and rather than pass, you begin to walk next to him.

"Who did that to you?" you ask him with a simile in your face but in you heart is starting to beat fast and tyou close the palms of your hands. The rage. Again.

"The bullies think that beat me is funny and they use to call me weird and weak" he says and that big blue eyes become more sand and unhappy "and I don't know why"

You stop smiling. the blood of your veins burns and the only thing you want to do iskick the ass of that stupid guys. you don't understand why neither.You pass an arm over his shoulder and the expression of surprise and confusion on his face shows you how the others have treated him. but that's going to change very soon.

"they'll never touch again"

"How do you know?" more confussion on his face

"Because they'll have to fight with me first" you say with a small smile.

"Why would you do that?" his eyes were blue but this time is a lively blue.

"That's what friends do, right?" you say. you do that promise for yourself. Nothing to that little boy while you're still alive. His name is Steve and you tell him yours, but James Buchanan Barnes is a very serious name and he knows you don't like it. After a while making up silly nicknames, he decides to call you Bucky and you love it. Talk with Steve is something that makes you happy. Really happy. He maskes you feel special and beloved. You fell useful and you have a purpose now, protect and love him not as a friend but as a brother.

"I'm lucky I have met you" he says with a kind and happy smile. No one had ever smiled at you like that.

"No Steve" you say with a serious voice " I am the lucky one" but Steve doesn't understand. He thinks that you have a lot of friends and everybody loves you but it's not true because nobody have treated you like Steve. You shake your head and you say

"you're a punk"

"Jerk" he said with a smile in his face as he entered to his house. You startted walking towards yours.

That was the day, the day everything changed.