The Hypocrite’s Hashtag

They shout in bold letters, their hashtags alight,

Claiming they stand for what’s just and what’s right.

“#EndTheStigma,” their captions will say,

But their silence in life tells a different display.

They wear their support like a fashionable coat,

In public, they’re loud; in private, remote.

They speak of inclusion, of breaking the chains,

Yet their actions reveal indifference remains.

“You’re so brave,” they proclaim, their voices refined,

But dismiss the real battles they fight in their mind.

“Not me,” they’ll insist, “I’m not part of this,”

While their contradictions are easy to miss.

They praise accommodations, they cheer for the cause,

But refuse to examine their hidden flaws.

“Help others,” they chant, “Give them space to grow,”

While the seeds of hypocrisy quietly show.

They celebrate differences with colours and pride,

But harshly judge the truths they hide inside.

Their allyship ends where discomfort begins,

A shallow veneer that thinly pretends.

For being an ally is more than display,

It’s a commitment to act and to face the hard day.

It’s standing with others through fire and storm,

Not just cheering when it’s easy to conform.

We see your mask, the performance you’ve honed,

Your hollow support, your allyship disowned.

Your hashtags are empty, your banners are frail,

Your silence is louder than the words you exhale.

You demand the world change that systems transform,

But balk at the courage to weather the storm.

You speak of acceptance, of giving one grace,

But judge yourself harshly and hide from the race.

Your actions don’t match the words that you speak,

Your so-called support is passive and weak.

For every tweet, every post that you share,

There’s a moment for action that’s left in despair.

What of the friend who needed your care?

Who struggled alone while you weren’t there?

What of the colleague who reached out in vain,

While you busied yourself with performative gain?

True allyship starts with the self, the heart,

With owning your struggles and playing your part.

It’s asking, “Where have I faltered, where am I blind?

What biases linger deep in my mind?”

To preach of inclusion but avoid your fight,

It is to leave progress stranded, dimming the light.

For every “not me” and every excuse,

You perpetuate stigma with the words you misuse.

Your performative care is a part of the weight,

Keeping the barriers sturdy and great.

Hypocrisy thrives where honesty fades,

And the real work of allyship gets delayed.

It’s not in the posts or the slogans you wear,

It’s in the hard moments when you choose to care.

It’s in holding the hand of the person in pain,

Not seeking applause or chasing the gain.

An advocate’s role is messy; it’s raw,

It’s seeing the cracks in the system and law.

But it’s also in facing the cracks in your soul,

Admitting the parts you can’t yet control.

For if you can’t love yourself, flaws and all,

Your allyship crumbles; it’s destined to fall.

To support neurodiversity is more than a trend—

It’s a lifelong commitment to learn and defend.

Drop the hashtags, the pretense, the pride,

And confront the truths you’ve tried to hide.

If you fear the discomfort of looking within,

You’re not fighting the problem; you’re letting it win.

Every hollow hashtag, every reposted phrase,

It is just a distraction, a smoke-and-mirror haze.

True advocacy rises in actions you take,

In the empathy given, in the courage you make.

It’s in showing up when no one’s around,

When the applause is absent, no praise is to be found.

It’s in breaking the silence, in living unmasked,

In embracing the questions, you’ve never asked.

We see through the charade, the polished veneer,

The shallow allyship that is insincere.

Your words might inspire, but they ring untrue,

For your lack of action betrays the real you.

So step into the fire, the messy unknown,

And fight for inclusion from your very own throne.

True allies don’t stand at a comfortable distance—

They dig in the trenches with steadfast persistence.

For every reposted hashtag, each hollow refrain,

It is a moment to act that’s wasted in vain.

If you want to be part of the change we need,

Start by planting the right kind of seed.

So drop the performance, the empty charade, And be the ally you claim to have made.

For allyship isn’t a badge or a trend,

It’s a life you live, a truth you defend.

Otherwise, you’re ultimately a hypocrite, not an advocate.