may you
briefly
feel at ease
in a world
of dis-ease
sweet friend
I wish I could
hold your face
and just say
it will be okay
but it won't
and that isn't okay
it's not okay
how they
no
how we
hurt you
it's not okay
how we
push you
it's not okay
how we
erase you
I want to look
into your eyes
and see human
beautiful
shining
I love you
and I hope
as the hurt
in wave
upon wave
awakes
and breaks
and cakes
on the shores
of your crying face
you allow yourself
one moment
to briefly
feel at ease
(a message (or love letter) from a devastated, poetic, white, straight, Christian, American, cis-gender woman grappling with her own inherent privilege, power, weakness and failure but also just hoping to love each one of you in some sort of way, today, every day)