How can I make a difference?
How can I keep broadcasting the truth
when people are covering their ears and eyes
and yet hearing and seeing me as wrong?
How can people not see what is happening
when it seems so clear,
when so many are starting to testify?
How are people’s good intentions
so tragically hijacked?
How can I choose the loneliness of the few new friends
scattered afar
over the many old friends
grown so far apart?
How can I do anything else?
Children are being hurt.
Children are being hurt.
Children are being hurt.
I will not comply.
I ask myself these questions everyday. How can I counter the harm my own child is perpetrating? How can I protect others, if not my own? How do I play a part in turning this tide?
Like this.
By writing, or speaking to anyone who will listen. Family and friends have pulled away, they don’t want to hear, they want to be allies, to be “kind,” without realizing how cruel that is. And by encouraging others who are in the same boat. We have to keep rowing, we can’t grow weary, so we must encourage one another along the way as well. And by remembering to take care of myself, too, because I’m battle worn and discouraged at times.
Keep fighting the good fight!
I will not comply either! Together we are strong.