by Rami Obeid Towfiqu barbhuiya Send me to something worse than hell, You’ll try to justify it and then Come back after twenty-one years to Ask me how I’m doing And I’ll never forget the day we walked To the food bank to get dinner; you took my Hand and showed me that you could laugh Away whatever made you hurt, and that was all we needed We had canned chili and cheap pasta, you let me play Video games all night until the point I was falling asleep Sitting up, and that’s when