(This poem is inspired by two of my characters Mitch and Karen. Mitch has been a prominent character in some of my books and Karen has featured in some of my books as well though I have had an idea for a while about a book where she is the protagonist and in part of the book, I want to explore the friendship she and Mitch have because one of the things I love about their friendship is how 70% of what they think about social issues is probably the same but 30% isn’t. They differ on the approach side of things but they are always respectful of where the other is coming from and I find it very beautiful to think about. Personally, I do find if more people were like them, the world would be much better for everyone of all approaches.)
Karen
I work as a psychologist and I spent the morning helping a man
to see that it was ok
to not want his son to be trans,
this father was 74 and deeply religious,
I understood how he found it difficult
to understand the new world,
I tried to encourage him to see things differently,
talked about how it could save the relationship
he and his son had
but I understood it would take time
and a lot of relearning to get to that stage
for him.
Mitch
I had a cigarette as I waited for Karen,
Seen the bigoted father go to his car,
Karen doesn’t tell tales from the office
but I know of him misgendering his son
and playing the victim while his son gets
mental health issues he didn’t need to have,
oh I can’t stand him,
makes my skin crawl.
Karen comes out
and we head to lunch.
Karen
‘So how has your day been Mitch?’,
I ask while munching a bagel.
‘Oh, you know the usual,
wrote a blog post that probably
annoyed Trump’s America and well Nate,
but whatever.’
I smile,
sounds about right,
I would be worried if he hadn’t.
‘Someone called me hostile in the comments,
said I wasn’t understanding of people and the usual.’, he shrugs.
I laugh,
that’s one of the things I love about him,
no matter what is said he always stays true
to what he believes and fights what he sees as bigotry
with a heart filled with good.
Mitch
‘And yourself Kar?’, I ask
while trying to much down on a piece
of hard tomato.
‘I read an article on the train this morning
about a mother trying to come to terms with her
daughter being a lesbian, I felt for her as she knows
no better and seems to really love her daughter but
then the comments underneath were a debate where
one poster uttered my sentiments and another said they
were not understanding to the daughter’s feelings.’, she replies.
She sighs,
one of the things I love about Karen is how she does
feel for both sides and continually fights to bring families
together in a way that she sees it as bringing them together
with a heart filled with good.
Karen
Back at home later in the night
I can’t help thinking about Mitch’s blog post
and how him doing something with obvious kindness
for people facing injustice is met with negativity,
it disgusts me on different levels,
most importantly because my best friend is
most certainly not hostile,
his goodness comes from a different place than mine
but that doesn’t mean it’s badness
and I’m annoyed that this commenter
has views similar to me and is making
people like me look like something
I would hate to be like.
Mitch
I lay in bed thinking about
how Karen was made feel
like she didn’t care about the daughter
when I know she did and it makes me angry
because she is incredibly caring,
she just cares in her own way and
there is nothing wrong with that
and that person on the train
has views similar to me and is making
people like me look like something
I would hate to be like.