NoahandJude
By: Jasmine Mangat
In every set of twins there is one angel, one devil.
Locked up in secrets and lies.
I want us out, out of the treacherous waters
I want us free.
But, we’re never going to be okay.
We’re never going to be us again.
Reality is crushing.
Crying has become like breathing.
I have been told to act tough, sit up, stand straight, fight hard, play ball,
Be a man.
I feel like a hostage
I feel like I could get buried into my own silence.
Rain in December brings with it an unforeseen funeral.
Love: bottomless, unconditional, shielding, sheltering, taken forever
But, I never cried.
I didn’t feel entitled to.
I’m not okay at all, I haven’t been in forever.
It takes courage to remake the world
It takes courage to wish with our hands
It takes courage to grow up and become who we really are
That’s what we do, as artists.
But it also takes courage to be true to ourselves, true to our hearts.
I only want one thing...
...to grab my brother’s hand and run back through time.
I don’t want to imagine meadows
I want to run through them.
But now it’s time for second chances.
Everything that’s happened, unhappens. It’s a new age.
This is us: we’re not only one age,
but one complete and whole person.
-From I’ll Give You the Sun by: Jandy Nelson