They disappeared you.
Taught you a lesson in The Little School.
Tortured your family with doubt.
But here you are,
Still fermenting words,
Naming new wrongs,
Untying your reader’s blindfold.
Fear shuts our eyes,
Keeps brutal facts from sight.
Your writing dares give them form,
Drawing dark truths into light.
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