![]() ![]() I want to find him, be his friend, but I know Khalid would be angry with me. He said it was hard enough just to be black in this world. After that, Khalid said I couldn’t be friends with Sandy cause people would think I was gay too. I think he heard me tell Sandy my secret too, but he never said. Right before Khalid died, he overheard my best friend Sandy tell me he liked boys. At night, he would talk in his sleep, telling me about stars and other universes and about being a dragonfly. ![]() Who would believe me? I just keep hoping Khalid will make himself known to me. I knew right then Khalid had come back as a dragonfly. You see, at Khalid’s funeral, a dragonfly came right through the church window and flew up to the casket where Khalid’s body lay. “There are hundreds, maybe even thousands, just sitting on tree branches and rocks, baking in the sun, flitting over the brown water that seeps up from the dirt, zipping across the sky, showing off their ghostlike wings.” But there’s no way to know which one is my older brother Khalid. My parents said “they named me King so I’d remember who I am, where I came from.” But I don’t really want to be a king.Įvery day after school, I walk the dusty road to the bayou to see the dragonflies. My name is Kingston Reginald James but everyone calls me King. ![]()
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