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Toilet Paper and Tape
I remember that day.
 Do you?
 That bike I
 couldn't ride. 
 You took it upon yourself
 to teach me.
 I was scared to get on,
 so 
 you lifted me up
 and when I wouldn’t pedal,
 you gave me a tiny
 push. Yeah, it was scary
 at first, but a second later
 I felt invincible.
 
 Then the inevitable crash
 into the fast approaching fence.
 My knee split open,
 my neck bled.
 
 You picked me up,
 hugged me to your chest,
 and carried me home,
 not caring care
 that your brand new shirt
 became colored with
 my blood.
 
 When we made it home,
 you carried me up
 all the stairs.
 And when the babysitter
 freaked out,
 you comforted me
 so I would stop crying. When
 you realized there were no Band-Aids
 you made some out of
 toilet paper and tape. When
 mommy came home and 
 wanted an explanation,
 you took control again,
 calming the hysterical mommy
 and keeping me comfortable. 
 You took the blame, too,
 even though I knew 
 I shouldn’t have been on the bike
 without her supervision. 
 
 Next came the compliment.
 So naturally.
 You simply said,
 “You know, you’re really pretty.”
 I bet you didn’t know I was fighting
 through my awkward stage.
 You certainly didn’t know it
 was exactly what I needed. 
 The compliment grounded me
 when I was floating dangerously,
 without anything to hold on to.
 This time
 you caught me before I fell.
 
 Then there was that day—
 you know. I was
 walking home,
 but I wasn’t
 alone.
 He was there.
 Hollister shirt.
 Hollister Jeans.
 High-top sneakers.
 Dark empty eyes fixed on me
 The distance between us never
 shrank or grew—
 always constant.
 I was scared. Unsure of
 what to do. The moments
 until I reached safety blurred
 together and I began to 
 flinch at the slightest sounds.
 As I approached the house,
 you stepped off of the
 school bus. One look at my
 face told you something was
 wrong.
 You put on your suit of armor
 and took off down that
 hill, while preparing
 for the worst. You chased
 him away, never questioning
 your duty to 
 protect me.
 Then you walked 
 back up the hill and
 gave me a piggy back ride
 all the way home. 
 
 From the first time 
 you picked me up 
 to then, nothing had changed.
 Even now, I know you
 will always be there if I
 need you.
 Thank you.

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