👁️ I can see it in your eyes.
You doubt me.
⚔️ You doubt my need for my dog.
⚖️ You doubt the harassment.
💔 You doubt the pain I endured in my own home.
🪨 And you didn’t doubt quietly.
You stood by. You watched.
🔥 When the stones were lifted, you didn’t need to throw them yourself.
It was enough to nod, to whisper, to turn away.
That’s how communities stone their own in the twenty-first century – not with rocks, but with indifference, suspicion, and silence.
📜 You let the board call me unreasonable.
👂 You let the lies spread.
⏳ You let the process twist into punishment.
🙈 And all the while, you told yourself it wasn’t your fight.
But here’s the truth: silence is a choice. Complicity is a choice.
The crowd always thinks it’s safe behind the mob – until the mob turns.
☠️ Karma is a bitch.
What you allowed to happen to me can – and will – happen to someone else.
And when it does, you’ll remember how it felt to stand in the crowd.
🪦 This time it was me. Next time it might be you.
