Does it still hurt,
When an innocent life is taken?
Does it still hurt,
When someone is violated, their screams unheard?
Does it still hurt,
When the weak are crushed beneath power?
Does it still hurt,
When you’re seen as nothing but a machine for profit?
Does it still hurt,
When a child carries burdens far beyond their years?
Does it still hurt,
When emotions are treated like flaws?
Does it still hurt,
When one is punished for speaking up—and another for staying silent?
Does it still hurt,
When you witness injustice, yet the world moves on?
Does it?
Thirty years of existence on something called Earth,
And my mind has never known peace.
Does it still hurt the way it used to?
I don’t think so.
Why? I asked myself.
My mighty brain said, Because it’s normal, honey.
You’re supposed to accept these things.
They’re called societal norms.
But what is this sharp pang I feel?
It’s your heart, honey. It refuses to be convinced.
She won’t go numb.
She says that turning numb is the same as accepting the unjust.
And that makes you what?
Complicit.
But does it still hurt?
Yes.
Because some of us were never meant to turn numb.
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Comments (3)
But I wish I can become number because I tend to feel things veryyyyy intensely. Your poem was so relatable. I loved it!
Very heartfelt piece! I got chills. ☀️
Oh! This is very deep and painful! Hope this is not related to your personal life.