I do not forgive you

When I needed attention.

At six, I sought refuge, a voice yet small,

You claimed I only wanted attention

But Freudian flips, a narrative’s fall.

How dare you, therapist, with judgment cold,

when I needed attention.

You blamed this child for tales untold.

Manipulative, you labeled me then,

You claimed I only wanted attention

A tender soul betrayed back when.

To divide my family, a twisted claim,

when I needed attention.

A six-year-old, lost in your blame.

I could barely speak, yet you accused,

You claimed I only wanted attention

No inquiry was made, and no truth was perused.

Attention, you claimed, my motive dark,

when I needed attention.

A child, seeking love, a soul embarked.

I do not forgive you.

when I needed attention.

You claimed I only wanted attention

When I needed attention

You, State worker, in adolescence’s fragile years,

You claimed I only wanted attention.

You accused me of manipulation, fueled by fears.

How dare you, blind to the child within,

When I needed attention.

No understanding, you gave no effort for healing to begin.

How dare you, so-called professional, at sixteen,

You claimed I only wanted attention.

Showing me resentment where compassion should have been.

To protect the child, you were assigned the task,

When I needed attention.

But blame prevailed, a damning mask.

In the corridors of memory, these echoes persist,

you claimed I only wanted attention.

A tale of professionals, and opportunities missed.

Instead- you attacked me- my innocence froze.

When I needed attention.

Assigned to protect me. Instead-to accuse, to judge, you chose.

I do not forgive you.

When I needed attention,

you claimed I only wanted attention.

When I needed attention,

Doctor, at thirty-something, I came to you,

You claimed I only wanted attention.

Seeking truth, a journey to pursue.

But you declared me screwed, beyond repair,

When I needed attention.

No empathy, no solace, just cold air.

A mother, a wife, a student, employed,

You claimed I only wanted attention.

Yearning for understanding, your words. destroyed.

Attention, you thought, my sole desire,

When I needed attention.

Ignorance cloaked in professional attire.

I do not forgive the ones who failed,

You claimed I only wanted attention.

It still exists, the ignorance that once prevailed.

In their own failure, they stumbled and fell,

When I needed attention.

My forgiveness is withheld, in my heart’s shell.

I do not forgive you.

When I needed attention,

You claimed I only wanted attention.

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About the Author: Sarah B. Royal

Sarah B. Royal’s writing defies convention. Her poetry and prose traverse the boundaries between structure and spontaneity, often weaving together philosophical inquiry, cultural reflection, and personal narrative. With a background in experimental literature, she is known for crafting works that challenge readers to engage intellectually and emotionally.

Her acclaimed palindrome performance play, 777 – A Story of Idol Worship and Murder, showcases her fascination with mirrored storytelling and thematic symmetry. In o x ∞ = ♥: The Poet and The Mathematician, Royal explores the intersection of poetic intuition and mathematical logic, revealing a unique voice that is both analytical and lyrical.

Royal’s collections—such as Lost in the Lost and Found, Haiku For You, Lantern and Tanka Too, and the WoPoLi Chapbook Series—highlight her commitment to neurodivergent expression and poetic experimentation. Whether through childhood verse or contemporary fusion poetry, her work invites readers into a world where language is both a tool and a playground.

Sarah B. Royal continues to expand the possibilities of poetic form, offering readers a deeply personal yet universally resonant experience. Her writing is a testament to the power of creative risk, intellectual depth, and emotional authenticity.

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