Forced Forgiveness || Poem #1

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I think it's for the short boys

I think it's for the younger sisters

I think it's for the playground knees and the concrete that scraped them

for the mothers who never applied band-aids

and for the kids who learned to do it themselves,

forgive and forget.


I think it's for the boys who are girls but are actually boys

for the fathers who mourn the losses of their daughters who are still breathing

for the mothers who hold down a million roles just to hold up their children who don't need them to anyways

for the intrusive actions

and the mini factions that fracture up families,

forgive and forget.


I think it's for the teenagers

who won't even attempt to be understood because they speak half English / half cynicism,

forgive and forget.


For the girls with the friends who are considered more beautiful,

forgive and forget.


For the boys sitting in silence because masculine expectations are haunting them,

to the girls standing backs against the wall because "they just love the attention",

for the kid who's always late to class because his routine panic attacks keep him in the stalls,

and for the girl who always falls for someone else,

forgive and forget.


I think it's for the unconventionals who want to fit in but so fiercely don't

for the ones who are never forgotten though all they want is to be erased

for the ones who are told "you may speak when spoken to" but yet are never spoken to

you must speak every time you're alone so as to not forget who you are,

forgive and forget.


I think it's for the transphobes, for the homophobes, for the killers of them all

and for the karma that splinters them.

It's for the springtime that never fails to show up after each winter,

forgive and forget.


And every time I speak, every time I write,

I carve off parts of myself just to hand them over to you,


I think this is for all of you:

Make sure that by the time the tide slinks back you're gone again because just like the tide,

you'll rise and recede,

so it's probably easier to just forgive and forget.

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