And so, I feel I must atone
for all the times that I have shown
a penchant for the darker side,
those ugly spurts of youthful pride;
a lack of heart for those in pain
who hurt enough sans my disdain,
along with every grunt of mirth
at all who shame my lack of worth.
Behold this earnest supplication,
a humbly offered reparation:
respect and love shall flow unhindered
into the heartland of my kindred.
Are You Reading Me?
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