Abuse

The police did your work for you.

They took the labor from you.

All you had to say…was nothing.

Nothing at all.

You just had to make a call.

The system protected you, as it does for all who look like you.

Because that’s what it’s designed to do.

Make it harder for abusers to be caught, but on the outside, it looks fair, because they say so.

See we have words in place that we are doing it the right way.

The words are abuse.

The words inherently oppressive.

These words and systems are only known by the oppressed.

The rest don’t see and don’t care there is still abusive language there.

Secretly they know if it happened to them, they would be fucked too.

So they know to remain silent and compliant or else they will be arrested too.

They will lose their freedom if they speak out and shout.

“Look, there is suffering down here! Look at the human pain and injustice!”

But wait?

Isn’t it the land of complete freedom?

Isn’t that contradictory?

How can a human lose their right to be free?

Who is deciding this?

A perfect human? One without bias?

One imperfect person, placed high on a bench…already asserting their better than the rest.

Their authority to take away or grant us freedom in the middle of the land of the free whitey and home of the brave slaves.

Home where my children were taken from me with paper and a pen.

No hug goodbye.

No humanity.

No freedom.

Just utter complete quiet, calm eloquently, inexcusable, insanity.

Don’t lose your temper no matter what we do, we will hold that against you too and continue to take more from you.

Complete madness we all have been living in, since the beginning and up till the end.

The pretty, meaningless confusing words covered like blinds the general minds that refused to awaken and be made uncomfortable by looking at another human’s suffering.

All because it wasn’t happening to them.

So fuck you.

Fuck you and your momma too.

Who taught you not to care?

I hope it happens to you too.

You lose your life, your family and freedom too all with the stroke of a fat mans pen, or a skinny woman’s words overcompensating for her lack of a dick in this patriarchal shit.

I will then get to sit back and say ‘I don’t know what to do or say. But what I can do is pray for you and your family today.”

Just as you said to me and to everyone else you didn’t hold feelings to help.

What good is freedom if you’re never really free?

What good is a community that isn’t communal, instead only brutal?