[Written in response to ‘I am sorry‘ by Vinette Hoffman-Jackson]
I am sorry
I passed you by,
as if you were invisible,
and impossible to befriend.
I’m sorry
I didn’t cross the road,
ask your name,
and offer to share your load.
I am sorry
I sat in the same room,
sipped my tea,
crunched my gingersnaps
and didn’t offer to fill your cup.
I’m sorry
I never looked back
over centuries
before you were a slave
transported for the sake of my ancestors’ wealth.
I am sorry
I forgot to pay attention
to your ancestors,
to your colour, to your sweat,
hunger,
pain,
loss,
anger
children,
chains,
your Strange Fruit.
I’m sorry
I drank the poison,
as if it was cod liver oil.
Madiba crossed the road.
I shall never forget.
The only penance I can offer you
Solidarity.
I am sorry.
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[Note: Vinette Hoffman-Jackson’s ‘I am sorry‘ is from her collection ‘Through Two Black Eyes’, published by YouCaxton Publications 2020. ISBN 9781913425463.]