Excellent for girls, and anyone else forced to forgive The Man by isabelteeth A poem about a Man contest entry

His apology approaches me swaggering Blood drips from his lips like pointed jewels His pride in a steadier flow than any pebble of gravel can interrupt   In another room my best girls, far away, Giggle at each other's outfits with adoration He is confused. How can we love each other without mistake?   We're connected by smirks of understanding We've done enough forgiving to heal four lifetimes of men Learned to be kind, accustomed to his words, fiery, proud, abrupt   His eye contact singes me with history His growth watches like sun in stained-glass Bloody. We did this at twelve, poor tadpoles in his deep lake.

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