They meddle and peddle this bullshit from pulpits and here I sit expected to swallow this? As a mother, father, daughter, or son; Better yet the one to who it’s done? I forgive you and it sets me free. I win you see, but I won’t forget. I do not give permission for repetition of this evil embrace from your evil face. Too afraid to be named or thought the same as that evil you speak against. I do not straddle the fence or commence with the appearance of being dense. Instead, I do not forget or let those memories rest. I will fight your fake light and put you to the test. In front of all those who hold you superior, face yourself: here’s a mirror.
I was so in awe of his poem that I came up with this one. Brian Miller you are a great poet. Thank you.