Kite Runner Poem

I am Amir.

I am 12 years old.

I am from Afghanistan.

I am a rich boy because my father is a wealthy man.

I am the son of Baba and Sofia.

I am living with my father because my mother died.

I am the friend of Hassan.

I am jealous of Hassan and my father's relationship.

I am hungry for my father's attention.

I am a kite flyer, so my father could notice me.

I am the friend of a cleft-lipped boy.

I am Hassan's half-brother.

I am living the good life.

I am sitting outside my fathers office.

I am defended by Hassan when I get bullied.

I am a friend of my father's servant.

I am seeing something my eyes cannot believe.

I am apart of 1975.

I am becoming increasingly jealous to do this.

I am doing nothing to help Hassan.

I am in a state of shock.

I am feeling like, "I was scared of what Assef might do to me."

I am running away as Hassan gets raped.

I am tormented by my father's disinterest in me.

I am getting back at Hassan for taking something I worked so hard to get.

I am a coward.

I am a witness of Hassan's rape.

I am agreeing with "Nothing was free in this world."

I am the complete opposite of what Hassan was.

I am caught up in getting my father's acceptance that I forgot to treat Hassan as an equal.

I am socializing with Hazara.

I am taking things for granted.

I am mad that my father always thought I was weak.

I am no better than the kids that bullied Hassan.

I am "maybe Hassan was the price I had to pay, the lamb I had to slay, to win Baba."

I am my father thought better of Amir than he ever thought of me.

I am a prisoner of my own guilt.

I am taking advantage of Hassan.

I am someone who cannot be trusted.

I am doing things for all the wrong reasons.

I am runaway from all my problems.

I am haunted from my selfish decisions.

I am I was only 12 years old.