It was so hard for me to forgive.
It was so hard for me to look passed your childish play.
It took longer than I thought.
I ran around in circles trying to find my way.
I ran around in circles praying to our father.
He told me that everyone is equal.
Everyone makes mistakes.
We need to forgive our brothers and sisters.
And so I did.
February 18,2015
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem