I remember watching him sleep. He was badly bruised, his body marked by the blows of men he now called his friends. His legs had swollen red patches as wide as the club that clobbered him. He kept it hidden from me, but beneath his shirt there was nothing of his back except black and blue. I remember the bed and how bright the sun was that day; the sheets, the clothes that cocooned him; and the tender aching pain. I watched him sleep, his breathing deep, probably drawing in as much life as he could. I was praying he would wake up soon and so all will be well again. But then I knew his world would never be the same. He had been bruised, clubbed, marked black and blue with savagery, and then granted brotherhood. How does one learn to live with that? And I wish no one else the same. #stophazing #violence #fraternity
Posted on: Tue, 01 Jul 2014 02:16:13 +0000
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