I'm sorry, Little One. For my flaws. For my lack of strength. That I could not hold together all the dreams thread through with delicate strands of reality. Embroidering the future with colors of love... That my body failed you. Failed to see through to the beauty and joy and sadness of that grand and unifying picture.
Me too" moves forward. We can finally speak our truth and be heard. Let go of the shame we were made to carry by guilty phrases whispered in dirty words as you shrugged off your responsibility to be more than just baser instinct, animalistic...
then said WE couldn't handle the pressure of better jobs at higher pay.
Why did we ever BELIEVE you? We work under more pressure than you can fathom just shouldering the weight of your consequences.