I Am Bad

He said “I am bad”. I laughed, not seeing any bad at all. Tried to get him to prove it. He couldn’t. I reworked him. Replenished him. Reminded him Of all the good I had seen from him. He helped the little ones find the gym yesterday. He lifted another little one up to take a drink in the fountain. I was glad I had seen this. Thank God I had. He was not convinced. Irritated with me. Called me names. Said he did not want to be my friend. I laughed. Knowing he would be back. He always comes to me. He knows the truth. He knows he is good. But it is difficult to think about When your mother is saying how bad you are Because you look like the man who raped her.