There's so much I want to say,
so many things I know...
and I stand here, sit here
mute, wordless.
The things I know are secret, shameful, sad:
infuriating.
I can't speak -
I'm not allowed to speak
because things change, people change,
what happened yesterday was not
done by the people of today...
They've forgiven and forgotten themselves
I
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