Thou shalt forgive, because one day you will need to be forgiven – the forgotten Eleventh Commandment.
This one was written for me.
I will stop cursing you if you stop killing innocent people.
I will remember those who died as they fled. The ones chewing bubble gum, the ones in their letterman jackets, the ones wearing braces, the ones studying for a test, the ones who stuttered when answering, the ones practicing dance steps.
The ones who were always late, the ones who were always on time, the ones with new haircuts, the ones learning code, the ones who played soccer, the ones who cheered, the ones learning Spanish, the ones learning English, the ones painting in art class.
The ones who forgot their homework, the ones writing an essay, the ones practicing flute, the ones struggling with algebra, the ones struggling with verb tenses, the ones who aced chemistry, the ones who nearly graduated. Oh my God, the ones who nearly graduated.
The ones who were crying and frightened.
The ones who died as they hid.
The ones who will never be twenty.
Who will never be twenty.
I will remember their names.
I will not remember your name.
I will forgive.
But sometimes you bastards make it pretty damned hard to forgive.
We’ve all had enough.
In memory of the students and staff at Marjory Stoneman Douglas High School in Parkland, Florida
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