Not left behind,
Not gained.
The ever present person speaks,
Not cut off, not made weak.
Nothing is lost, no hurt is heald,
Transgressions last.
Wounds remain as the blade scars.
I may not like you.
I may not like what you've done.
I may question.
Can we talk?
Privelege lasts, it's not lost.
Be kind and let the selves we've made fall away.
Become more than we are,
More than we could ever be,
A truer nature; not to shock, but gentle.
Knowing we are who we were, potent.
Neighbour, let us share mercy;
In the threat of the wound,
A way through.
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