You Think You Know Me?
Poetry is often at its best when it refuses to be neat. True to the spirit of a loving rascal, this piece is a collection of beautiful contradictions—mixing the chaotic energy of football, the stinging reality of social divides, and the raw, unedited nature of real love. It is an invitation to look past the surface and see what it truly means to know someone. Here is "You Think You Know Me?" To know me, you must first learn how to feel. You must hold the green rage of betrayal deep inside, Turning your face upward to seek comfort from above, Only to find it falling softly as the rain. And in that downpour, you must unleash a curved Messi left-footer —A ball borrowed from a Spanish fan— Painting a messy red, dangerous yet full of fun. You must dance when those skies break open, And taste the cold sweetness of ice cream in the storm. You must find the same wonder in the burning sun, As you do in the silver moon and stardust. You cannot look away from the concrete floor, Whe...