everyone is a hostage of expectation
society is full of contradiction
it is built in a way so we
are always stuck on the ground
we do one thing we want
and they tell us they want anotherif we refuse to be quiet, we are ridiculed
if we speak out for whats right, we are crucified
if we don't put out, we are hated
if we don't and are proud, we are hated even moremy best friend was molested
at the age of 7
and i did not know how
terrifying that could be
until that one dayi got up and left the restaurant table
and i walk into that bathroom door
only to see two men simply waiting
if you could only hear the screaming
echoing into my brain
i clench my fists and tell myself
aim for the throat, aim for the jugular
but i turn around to see
that mother had followed me
and the panic was no morepeople are telling me it's ridiculous
that we need to keep quiet about this
and i don't know how to say,
"what if i am the exception,
or what if another friend was the
odd one out"
most people just don't say anything
because for most people
it isn't the strange man in the
white van at 3 am
it's their friend, their coach, their significant otheri don't blame my friends, i blame society
and i think i blame myself too
but i can't let this shit go
it's 1 in 9 girls and 1 in 53 boys
i count my friends and do the math
if it's not me, it's one of them
and it's too great of a chance
not to be scaredso i won't shut up
i won't keep quiet
i will fight for what i wantmy best friend
was molested at the age of 7
and she doesn't know how to talk
about itand i'm scared that others won't
be able to either.

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Remnant Thoughts
PoetryThis is mostly vent poetry, but also some activism poetry and dialogue. Just a forewarning this is really edgelordy