Dear John,

You never said it, but I sense you want to–

After all, an apology is due.

Forgive me for upstaging you,

preempting your magnanimity,

with a sorry reveal: blue for I’m sorry, baby, please forgive me, and

**********************pink for I was wrong and accept the consequences of my poor choices.

Yet, the gender myth alone is reason for humility, a clinging rationale and homage to hormones.

 

Choice, you say, free will, black and white, vote with your feet, let the market decide, and God’s will.

One nation under God, ironically, the one you defend (Do Gods need defending?)

would punish my daughters for whom they choose to love.

 

No justifications necessary, you are what’s been poured into you.

It’s on me.

I chose.

Sorry, not sorry.

Love,

Me