I don't need you
to feel sorry for me.
I don't need your fucking
Empathy.
I need you to step into
the ring.
Without your mouthguard
or money
and privilege for
Protection
I need you to see
the truth.
To examine the role you play
What is your part?
Look deep, deep into your
Heart.
At your pain.
Your shame.
Your fear.
And then I'll hear
and listen to what you have to say.
If you simply stand on the
sidelines and walk around
day after day
and say
That's terrible.
How awful.
It's wrong.
Well then
I'm not okay
with whatever it is you have to say.
There's a cost to pay -
For your
Greed.
Your narcissism.
Your immaturity.
Your denial.
Your coward ways.
Hiding behind concrete and
metal and honor
and anything else
you accumulate as armor.
Maybe not today.
Or tomorrow.
But someday.
You can only protect yourself so long.
Before your swan song
Ends.