in Orlando, Florida,
kids hurt me because
of my last name
and my poverty.
it makes me think
of the way
I hurt you,
just different cuts
that I wish
I could unslice.
perhaps those kids,
now adults,
have regrets,
but none as important
as these in my heart.
sometimes it takes
a long time
to put pain
in perspective,
especially when
it is not mine to mend.
those kids hurt,
so they hurt,
and I hurt,
so I hurt
someone special.