Dear You, When I hear your righteous indignation, I want to run, close my ears. Dear You, When you simply must “speak your truth,” it often seems to claim to be superior to the truths of others. Dear You, the thinly disguised bitterness in your voice reminds me of the angry authorities of my youth. Dear You, I think you would be surprised to hear yourself, embedded in the same dichotomies as the many you rail against.
Dear You … I just this moment caught a familiar reflection. I see I must apologize. I thought this was a window, but it turns out that it is a mirror. And I am you.