Living With a Dynamite Under My Armpit

Throughout all these years, I have always been aware

That such a situation could arise.

It is disheartening

To witness others attempting to claim a part of me

Without seeking permission.

In doing so, they disregard the boundaries

Necessary to preserve the fragile foundation of my being.

As a result, I am left defenceless, exposed to the sharp blades

Of pain aimed directly at my heart.

I am still in the process of picking them all up,

But they hurt too much.

What was once a joyful and vibrant existence

Has now become a sad case,

With me holding everything up in my head

Without even realising it.

As the silence settled in, I found solace in writing,

Crafting new identities for the individuals I've encountered.

Each of them inhabiting their own realm of punishment,

Living a second life within the confines of a page.

Never venturing outside, perpetually bound to their virtual existence,

Much like I once was, trapped within the confines of a foreboding abode.

Under the watchful eye of a landlord,

They pursued me relentlessly, hurling insults.

Even though I had faithfully paid rent for almost half a decade.

Some of them had never met me in the flesh,

Yet they already had a preconceived notion of who I was.

Even the sound of my footsteps on the wooden floor

Seemed too loud for them to cope.

Still, I had my responsibilities,

Like doing the laundry and much more.

They never showed any concern;

Instead, it seemed like they worshipped abuse

As if it were their religion.

The situation was such that no questions were ever asked

Regarding the matter relating to reality.

Their sole intention was to establish authority

And exert control over others.

This control was of a coercive nature,

Denying a victim, me, their basic rights.

The victim was subjected to constant surveillance and stalking,

Even in a country where such acts are deemed unlawful.

The laws they followed were in direct opposition

To the laws of the land where their feet landed.

The rules in force did not apply to them

As they believed themselves to be superior to society.

The question arises: who, if not society itself, allowed this to happen?

We establish rules to safeguard the influential individuals,

While those at the bottom of the social hierarchy

Endure a lifetime of suffering

At the hands of those driven solely by greed.

They never rectify their wrongs, only lament afterwards .

They never engage in dialogue, only make baseless accusations .

Who granted them authority? Who do they think they are?

If not fools, we ought to confront them.

Their destiny lies in renovating and transforming houses

For only then can they be mended.

They have learned the wrong lessons and show no remorse

It is time for justice to be served by the common people.

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