We are trying.
We are trying.
I promise you we are.
It may not always seem that way.
At times, we’d rather spar.
But we are trying.
We are trying.
To shelter you from hate.
But that very definition,
is laced in a debate.
Muddied discourse,
no critical thinking.
All while you holler
to help you! You’re sinking.
Falling on the ears of
every scaremonger
who just wants to teach you
to hold your breath longer.
But we are trying.
We are trying.
Although it seems grim.
We will never stop trying
to teach you to swim.
We are working to build you
a sturdy lifeboat.
While hoping it’s still
the true you that’s afloat.
Also hoping,
no, pleading
that it won’t be too late.
That you won’t have to hide
in a counterfeit fate.
We are trying.
We are trying.
To make a safe space,
to give voice to the part
that the others erase.
We strive to protect you.
It’s what we’ll fight for.
We see the small body bags
wash up on the shore.
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