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To my coach MAG

October 9, 2012
By Tahlia MacKinnon BRONZE, Vancouver, Other
Tahlia MacKinnon BRONZE, Vancouver, Other
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I've taken everything you never gave me
and I've made it into armor
that I wear beneath my skin
to protect the smiling
from what my gut knows is right.

And I promise with all my teeth:
I would break my knees
and splinter my pride
and pray at false altars

begging for a second chance,
if I thought I deserved one.

Please hate me the way only you can
– with pain all your own –

So I can crawl out of my skin
and live again,

like a disease


The author's comments:
I wrote this poem about my coach. Our relationship is... complicated.

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