My First Troll, after publication of The North End

Trying to understand the why
of so much hatred focused on me
as the writer of poems
about the neighborhood where I
grew up. And to have the work
so misconstrued was pain of a kind
and level I’d never known.
I’d seen the subjects of the poems
as living holy lives doing the best
they could with what they had.
May they and she one day
forgive me. I did the best I could
with what I had.

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