Rare is Witness
To the path lesser chosen toward compassion through accountability.

Separate the man from his art
Words spoken from a privileged seat
Another othering soulless saint
Pulling a train on our culture
Abuse is pandering empathy to predators
Grooming thoughts projecting
Told this anger only alienates
Reductive words to assuage Your discomfort
For within sacred rage is consciousness
And the power to liberate Self
Ending this tyranny of silence
Prepares the way
For truths erupting in justice
Against agency, only given to please
To glorify gives permission
Trafficking our children to submission
Have you chosen a seat?
Your silence only obviates
Voyeurs salting the wounds
To gaslight our defensive blade
Consent cannot be taken
Not at 3, nor 25
Could one so blithely respond
Told to stay silent while they come
When they call you filthy
As they lacerate you wider
Scarring our every hole
And yet victim is questioned—Why?
Commanded to control ourselves
For his lack of restraint
Culturing avoidance, denies insight
Pressurized vacuum to devalue the experience
Stroking themselves to new heights
While streaming their back catalogue
Lining coffers to excess with clicks
Easing entry into a new generation
What does it take to draw the line?
Penetrating yours, after mine?
Or shall we continue asking survivor
To pay the predator’s price
Insulated with validation of immaterial
To shelter from the truth
Too busy curating fame to witness pain
Purchasing incessant scrolling instead
Hashtagging shallow support
Performative gestures of guilt
An audience demanding empathy
When inaction speaks of none
Tell again, how I asked for this
As you coddle his entitlement
Insisting accountability from survivor
Hell called the blinders to our cultivation
Abuse wrapped in many forms, but the same
Includes denial, minimization and blame
Dare you to seek your own counseling
To witness Your behaviors
Sowing understanding of action
Does not excuse them
Glorifying predatory machinations
Merely red carpets their progress
Says—keep it up Good ‘ol boys!
She’ll get over it eventually
Stop deferring blame and assuming sane
Rare is witness to OUR problem
Invitation prepped for ignition
Do you listen with your heart?
About the Creator
S. Rae
Using pen as lantern, with curious gaze do I observe and witness. Humor blended with love, paramount for survival of this heart. Writings to share and release, to birth and make peace. Through vulnerability to the explicit, do I dare.



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