She cared too much for the injustice
She cried out in frustrated agony for the oppressed
She ached for everyone who felt the pain
She knew their scars, she knew their brokenness
She saw the tormented, she was their confidence
She sheltered the hearts of the broken
When she defended them from those who did not know the same pain,
she bore the weight of the scorn
crying in the darkness alone for the ones with no voice that she sheltered in her heart.
Because when push came to shove, they fell down the stairs into the dark alleyways where we hide the injustice no one wants to face.
Fighting hateful words and hateful people
Fighting back with her voice, crying out for Justice to the lawmakers.
They would never stand up on their own. They were terrified of what might happen.
But she had no more fear of being scorned.
The people she protected mattered more than hateful words.
No one should ever know desperation and terror.
And yet far too many did.
The doors locked them in, they had no where to flee.
They were mocked on every side.
Break the silence! BE their voice!
Selfishness met the cries for Justice.
“IF I CAN’T, THEY CAN’T! STAY THE **** INSIDE!”
And in their homes, the oppressed would die.
Watching their friends say hateful things about the people they see in public.
Watching their friends say hateful things about “taking care” of “those who mattered most”.
Knowing they could trust no one with their secrets.
Knowing there was no hope.
The words of people they trusted stung.
They could trust no one.
And so she screamed in rage at the hateful comments
She called out the insensitive hashtags.
She said NO MORE, and spoke out for them.
Because she already knew whatever she said would be mocked.
She didn’t say it for the mockers to roll their eyes at.
She said it for the ones who didn’t have a voice to say it for themselves.
What did they know anyway?
How was she helping in the background, in ways unseen?
What difference would it make, and what kind of shift would it bring if everyone saw the injustice the way she did?
Did they ask?
They mocked. As they mocked the abused.
As they mocked their friends.
And they judged.
Hateful words flood the space between us.
They would rather ignore the problem than see it called out for what it is?
Who is in the wrong? Those speaking up for the speechless? What sense does that make?