The Confession Ii
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I don't know what to tell you
But I am sorry
I am sorry that my race took yr language
And yr spirituality
Yr way of life
You are beautiful and brave
However, broken inside
These hands of mine have blood on them
Because I have no way of tell you that I am sorry
For my ancestors' behaviour
Scarred with guilt, this poem is what I am offering
It's my way of confessing
That as a white woman, the sin will never let go
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