mothers, whose sons I need to protect from you,
whose sons I need to re-raise,
know your sins have no forgiveness
the echoes of your anger will not subside with your temper
the things you say there are no apologies for
your boiling blood will drain out
and your skin will rot to unnatural shades
but your teachings will live on
in the hearts of all the children you’ve wounded
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