I have a dream...

In this dream, I am not a wolf. I am not a Vincent.

I am not violence that just keeps happening.

There is nothing to forgive me for.

My hands never shake, and my fists are never clenched.

No one comes hungry, and no one leaves hurting.

There is nothing to forgive me for.

In this dream, I am more than an earthquake.

We are happy, and there is nothing to forgive me for.

My mother is there; her hair is long, and her smiles are soft.

There is nothing to forgive me for.