Here it is. I present it to you all the way from over here in Uganda while I'm here for World Vision.
Losing a person you love so incredibly much to suicide is a certain particular hell. I can't believe he's gone. I don't want him to be gone. My mind goes around and around and around every day. I would do anything for things to be different for him. I would sell my soul.
This is the first slam poem I ever wrote ... I wrote one about some Kampala slums in the car yesterday and performed and filmed it literally on the field after visiting an amazing school funded by World Vision that incorporates disabled children. It was the most beautiful classroom I've ever sat in.
I don't know what will become of my spoken-word adventures. But I do know they are all built from the foundations of the bones of my brother and that just has to mean something.
I love you Cam. I love you.
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