Critical Analysis
A Reality Check Poem
A million acts of violence
When I finally speak out
You complain I am no longer silent
Millions of atrocities
But your concern is how I speak of it
A million and one abuses
But your issue is how my trauma is expressed
A million and one days in enslavement
Yet you continue to tell me to wait
“It’s not your turn for freedom yet
You can’t be counted as human yet
You didn’t ask well enough
Go back to your isolation”
Where is YOUR critical analysis?
A million acts of trafficking
And you’re telling me to “be polite”
To what end?
To hear “not yet”
With a tone that makes you appear civil?
No!
You sound tone deaf
Using language you think makes you seem respectable?
If my protest makes me not a “good” person
Perhaps you should look in the mirror
Ask yourself why you judge
Define “good” then
By my definition
Labeling a survivor “not good”
Because her protest isn’t polite
As her entire population is being eradicated
Makes you the antithesis
Of what you attempt to present
Feckless AND abusive
Keep your opinions to yourself
Using the same manner and language
As slavers
5.31.23 yet you think this is “civil”?
I’ll pass
YOU failed to garner my trust or respect
