no I cant forget

the abuse of politics

 

Classroom

 

No I can’t forget

You may ask what

Did you forget the day?

Did you let it go away?

Did you go and pray?

Did you ask for forgiveness?

Did you get it?

Are you still praying for it?

What if it was all a waste?

Maybe you found there was nothing there anyway

All

Those Years

In

Venting

Fears

Perhaps you can’t remember all those years ago

No I can’t forget

Or

Forgive

I

Was

11

You were a servant of

God

Even today

I can still smell the odor of the church you prayed in

The grey hairs in your nose

The heaviness of your brown robes

The clicking of your rosary as you made easy the movement of your arm

Around my waist

As I tried to move away

The strength that you employed

Perhaps that was your insistence that I should

Comply

And

Then you

Found your prize

My

Penis

My dick

Did you have a private name for it yourself?

Was

It good for you

Did you get hard?

As

Your

Fingers rolled from top to bottom

Did

You like the story I was reading

For

The classroom

And

As I stare out into the classroom

I

Wondered how many other boys

You were abusing

Brother John

No I can’t forget

Or

Forgive

Do you

Can you

Or are you still praying asking for forgiveness.