In Verse

24. DO YOU?

Do you see that girl?
She's high on weed.
Cigarette in her mouth,
she's choking her soul out.
You have your eyes on her,
You are talking about her with ugly shivers.

But do you see those guys?
They're objectifying her.
Making bets on her body in slow whispers.
She's sober now
but they won't stop.
Yet you're still talking about her
and not about them.

Because you don't see them.
Now, do you?

You see that boy?
He's drunk.
Stumbling over his nth bottle of alcohol,
He's absent,
there's nothing he can recall.
Bumping into every car that went past him,
Oh and now he's annoying the roadside kids.
And look, he's laughing over absolutely nothing.

You are disgusted with his actions
because you can see him.
But do you see that girl,
in love with her new chanel bag? She's with her affluent boyfriend,
not once thinking about
who she left lurching over some bottles of alcohol that he never tasted.
But you never talk about her.

Because you don't see her.
Now, do you?

You see that kid?
He's suicidal.
He's writing notes,
he wants to give up.
You can see him,
and you're busy trolling him.
"Shouldn't he grow up first?"
You asked while laughing.
You can see him,
but you cannot see the knife that is stabbed in his back,
He's asked to operate someone's kidneys out.
But he only want some barbed wires and tools to operate his now broken plane.
He's begging,

But you don't see that.
Now, do you?

-Azmii•