penned July 2020.
I am sorry
For all the ways I cursed you for existing
The ways I refused to listen to what you needed
And insisted that you needed what I wanted
I tried to change you
Over and over and over
I focused on everything I thought was wrong
listened to outside messages
Look this way, eat like this, move like this
No exceptions, no others accepted
Caught up in a numbers game
I deprived you of life and free expression
In the name of a goal and misguided intentions
It’s no wonder that my efforts to whittle you down didn’t work
I see that now
Give me the chance to make it up to you
Let me learn how to nurture
How to hold you with no contempt
Show me how to look in the mirror and see “perfect as I am”
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