Hey Miguel.

Hey Miguel,

 

It's been awhile since we talked.

You called last week and I couldn't

Find myself being able to speak.

 

You are a country I don't call my home,

But because I originated from you

Im supposed to speak your language.

 

The truth is

I forgave you years ago.

I was so angry that you took my childhood away.

I couldn't stand for that anger to control my life.

 

But when you called that fire grew

 

You cannot scare fire.

 

I called last night and let the flames

Get close enough for heat but

An inch away from a burn.

 

You left like it was the easiest thing to do.

You told me you loved me

As if love was a synonym for

Abuse.

 

Dad.

 

I have your blood

But abandonment and hatred will never fit in these veins.

 

When I have kids

All they will know is the abundance of love I have to offer.

 

My mom.

 

Her blood is only filled with love and forgiveness.

As much as you hurt her,

She forgave you and taught me to forgive.

So I did.

 

I forgave you years ago.

 

Sincerely your beloved daughter.  

 

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