My First Apology
I’m not waiting for an apology.
Anymore, at least
I used to be?
I’ve accepted that those don’t come
Rarely, if at all
And that my peace will come
From within me.
Or at least,
From these pills they gave me.
I got one, though!
Earlier this year!!
I didn’t know how to respond
It was from a man
Who had insulted me
Of course, only
After I had become one.
All the 27 odd years of
Being a fat woman, I didn’t know
What was happening to me
When I heard my first apology.
I thought perhaps I was being
Pranked, again, and I braced myself
For whatever would happen next…
Just a man apologizing to another man.
The first time someone had recognized
My pride as something that could be
It took me about six months after the fact
To realize that in order to get
An apology, the other person has to give you some