I’m Sorry – A Poem

To the man that glared

at my husband and I

as we walked by holding hands:

I’m sorry

that you can view an act of love

with such hatred in your eyes.

To the woman that stared

at my husband and I

as we shared a private moment:

I’m sorry

that you can view an act of communication

with shock and dismay.

To the mother that turned to look

at my husband and I

and made sure to turn her children the other way:

I’m sorry

that you are teaching your children fear

when they should be taught to love.

When I say I’m sorry,

I’m not apologizing for holding hands

with my husband,

for sharing a moment of love and support.

When I say that I’m sorry,

it’s because I feel sorry for you,

and the fact that you choose hatred and fear

instead of love and acceptance.

I could take a moment to teach you,

to talk to you about kindness,

but I’m sorry (not sorry),

I just don’t have the time

to talk to those that aren’t even

willing to hear.