I’m Sorry

 

I’m sorry, my poor babies.

Sorry for not catching your tears

while being whipped to speak English.

 

I apologize for not running to your aid

when you cried out in pain

as they yanked your hair

and chopped it off.

 

I know it’s not enough,

when you’re called degenerate

and savages by

the glaring eyes of your “teachers”

 

I wish I could’ve cut those

nightmares of constant abuse

left by the government.

 

I’m sorry, children,

that you were silenced

and thrown away

like ragged dolls.

 

All I can do for you now

is to pray for your peace

and share these unsaid apologies

through my work.