🪞 The Sudden Awakening
How interesting – that only now, when the rot reaches your own doorstep, you remember the word dialogue.
Now, after years of convenient silence, you appeal for “adult conversation.”
You mistake your discomfort for conscience. It isn’t. It’s fear – the fear of consequence.
🕯️ Where Were You Then?
Where were you when I was crying for help?
When I was dragged into court after a biopsy – humiliated while battling illness?
When I was defamed, isolated, and mocked for daring to stand up for what was right?
You called it “drama.”
You called it “a personal issue.”
You folded your arms and told yourselves it wasn’t your problem.
And now, suddenly, you want to talk like adults.
Adults do not appear at the eleventh hour demanding peace after years of cowardly quiet.
⚖️ The Absence of Moral Standing
You have no standing – moral or otherwise – to summon civility.
You abdicated it the moment you chose comfort over courage, silence over solidarity, apathy over decency.
Do not insult the concept of dialogue by using it as a shield from accountability.
You want calm conversation? You should have earned it when it mattered.
🔥 The Price of Indifference
What you feel now — the tension, the unease, the fracture – is not chaos.
It’s consequence.
It’s the return of every voice you ignored, every truth you dismissed, every cruelty you excused.
I owe you no appeasement.
You don’t get to rewrite history now that it’s finally inconvenient for you.
🕊️ Endurance Is Not Submission
Do not mistake my endurance for forgiveness.
I stood when it was dangerous to stand.
I spoke when silence was safer.
That is adulthood.
That is integrity.
If you truly want dialogue – start by earning it.
Until then, your calls for “civility” sound less like wisdom and more like the whimper of privilege interrupted.
