life - a series of poems

friend

in eighth grade

the last year of middle school

i met this girl

she was korean

like me

in a white-dominated school

we bonded

over our culture

our likes

our dislikes

the only real difference between us

was that

her family

was rich

while mine

was not

her dad

was a ceo

for his own company

in korea

i remember

we went shopping

for homecoming dresses

i had searched

for a cheap dress

on amazon

and spent less 

than twenty dollars

but her mom

handed her

two hundred

just for a dress

she was probably 

never going 

to wear again

i wasn't jealous 

not yet

i wasn't jealous

until 

i found out

she was 

moving back

to korea

at the end

of the school year 

i only had

a few months

left

i made the best out of them

but she left

and i got jealous

because

she was living

the life

i dreamed

of living

it was my dream

to live in korea

where i could 

go places

with my friends

without adults

hang out with other people

where their parents

would treat me as their own

where we rode

the subway together

rode

the buses

together

i see

her pictures

on snap

on insta

every 

single

time

i cry

i'm jealous

and sad

that the only person

i could share my dream with

was living it 

without me.

i miss her so much

but i don't think she misses me at all.