Chocolachillie

Golden children dancing
To the sound of your amusement, your pride
Beautiful, talented, clever

Where his face belongs is an open space on your wall
Emptiness in your wallet where his image should be
Empty as your memory is filled with one word
Damaged

You were shamed, scandalized, wronged
This only happens to other people
Less worthy

And so you went missing.
Missing out on his love.

You couldn’t give acceptance, support,
Wouldn’t watch. It offended.
You had no interest in learning,
And so you never saw that he wanted to make you proud.

What the people said or thought was so loud that it drowned out
The language of his eyes.

You say you were worried. You said that you prayed from afar.
Thank you. I suppose.

I know you were too busy:
Condemning
Denying hope
Negative
Negative
Death

Keep your silver pieces. They never meant much anyway.