i remember you throwing peanuts at some car off across the highway, saying “it’s the principal that stands,” as we drove across what seemed like an ocean then. and it was overdue when you told me at a truck stop off in nowhere how you struggle with your past. i know you do.
and i remember you told me how you thought one’s father defines one’s country, and “what if it was true, what they say about how your mother defines your home?” and you can switch the parts up all you like, but what you were talking about was justice. and i remember you said, “you fight where you stand.”
you said “it’s all or nothing, kid. if it’s in your backyard, it’s in your courthouse,” and you said “it’s all or nothing, kid. you can’t have the half without the whole. and if you never dream of something bigger, you’ll never get out from where you are.” and i remember you said, “you fight where you stand.”