What do I do when they lie
As we say right to my face
But I feel it in my whole body
When I show them the proof
And they stare across at me
Blazing refusal in their eyes
And I step back for a moment
With something that approaches awe
That this can really be happening
As when my friend's mother
Slapped me hard across the face
For telling her to stop hitting
Her children I was only seven
And it was my first encounter
With evil in the world
And what could I do but weep
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