She Is Right

She reminded me how brave I am

for constantly working to heal myself

from the wounds you gave me,

when you screamed so close into my face that I could feel your spit on my cheeks,

when you raised me in a battlefield

with nowhere safe to go.

She said she was sorry that all of these things ever happened to me,

that I was treated this way.

She hugged me,

and I said, “It’s OK.”

She said, “No.”

“No, it’s not.”

war

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