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I Forgive You
I Forgive You
I have spent years dreaming of a girlhood with my lips not stiched into a seam
imagine if my mother could say she loved me looking away
if my father knew my phone number
if there was never a boy burying my face into the hardwood
I would be anchored to resentment if I did not let time take hold of memory
witness me,
look at the girl I was
look at the me I am
hear me say,
I forgive you mother, for all the years you could not see me
searching for a quieter life, no children to hold to your breast
I forgive you father, even though you are a language I do not speak
I forgive you boy, who found me weeks after the ambulance did
I forgive you loves that did not love me back
I forgive you my love, for each night you thrash inside the darkness of your
head, drag yourself across the rocks of memory
I forgive you self, for all the years I could not love you