Jasmine C...
Yokota High School
They call me a “military brat”
But I didn’t ask for a life like that.
Moving boxes every year,
New schools, new streets, new kinds of fear.
Goodbyes come fast, and hellos slow,
Friends like season-come and go.
I’ve learned to smile through the pain,
Pretend I’m fine, again, again.
Mom or Dad in camo gear,
Gone for months-we miss them here
Birthdays, games, the times that pass,
Waving through a phone or glass,
This life is mine, both gift and test,
With restless nights and fleeting rest.
But still I rise, both brave and blue,
A soldier’s child-strong, and true.