A seed I cannot unplant,
A plant I cannot uproot,
A wrong I cannot undo,
Buckling knees - I must stand.
If I choose not to run away,
Will someone walk a step behind
-In my shadowed mind –
And bring the light of day?
This stain can be washed away,
Will someone hold my hands
-be him beside me and stand;
draw near to me and wait?
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