Symbolic Suffering

Criminals justice

On the stand for a lifetime of crimes that follow you.

You lead a thiefs path. The law disobeys you.

You lived a life of freedom, but they held you down and threw you into a glass house with watchful eyes at all times.

They control everything. The way you speak, eat, sit, and pout. You can't breathe without them prosecuting you for doing it wrong.

You don't want to please them, but you know it's the only way out. You slap on a face made of plastic like a doll and paint on the eyes and mouth. You stand straight and slip on a dress. Bend your feet to the high heels. Pose as a good girl does before they shoot you for being so flawed.

They hold a trial, and you sit there quiet. They throw all kinds of accusations and break you down like you're not human. You're an other wordly being threatening the systems they built to keep you in place.

"She was in possession of a weapon and disturbed all peace. She fought against the rules and laws. She broke down the duties that every woman shall oblige to."

"I heard she carried no remorse for her ravage and broken mind."

"She's completely out of the rules."

You sit there silent, biting your tongue into pieces before you start to yell and shout. You've taken part in their ways, and they still don't like what you are. It's too late now. You can't comply with their commands when they all just want you dead.

You scream your innocence. You tell them it's not illegal to think outside of the political stands that hold you back. They sit there completely silent and stare through you with blank expressions that haunt you.

You rip off your dress and take off the mask. Your heels go flying as you stand taller now towering over them. They stay silent, and you feel their judgment belittle you with just a glance.

Suddenly, you're just a little girl again, wearing a white dress. Standing still in the corner crying when they start to whisper odd things of you.

Then you hear a voice in the murmurs. They stand tall and support your alibi. They know your innocence. They have been through the same trial.

Like ombré, you merged together and fought back. Even when you didn't win, you still got far enough to die proud with a smile on your face as they shot you both down.

Ruby red pool formed around the two of you. They'll paint a different picture of you to scare the rest like you.