when i was a kid, i believed i could soften a serial killer
[a poem]
when i was a kid, i believed i could soften a serial killer.
which is to say i pranced around the yard of our low-income housing in the sketchy part of the city / practicing an inspirational speech to reform the Men with Bad Intentions / sometimes i’d stay up all night staring out the window of my Lion King themed bedroom / determined to catch Robert Pickton or the Abbotsford Killer who haunted the newspapers / and my thoughts, weaving elaborate sentences to wield / as sharpened swords of love and empathy, convinced / i could change them with a single conversation if my words were crafted carefully enough, convinced / i could fight darkness with such radiant light / the darkness would have no choice / but to be absorbed.
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„i could fight darkness with such radiant light / the darkness would have no choice / but to be absorbed.“ sometimes I still believe that. 🤍 Beautiful.
Oh gosh this was me as a kid too, and then as I got older and more aware of the darkness of the world I imagined wielding words that disarmed a rapist before he would touch me.
I wonder if boys / men spend time thinking these things as much as girls / women, but I doubt it