Big Bruv is watching, but Lil’ Sis Sees

“Imagine you are the youngest of many troubled children.

Your only security at the bottom rung of heirarchal abuse is to tell a grown up.

The elders become intent to catch & call you out in return, but you’re not like them, you dont do what they do, these kinds of things were never an option for you.

So, one day, one elder comes across a plot. The next time you catch them, they direct your attention to another – gaining themselves an ally in sharing an adversarial stance against you. They suggest that this ally might misdirected your attention to another potential ally.

Once the draft is complete, the teams are you and everyone else. Every eye on you, you have your eye back on every one.

Outnumbered, it ceases to matter that you are innocent and they are guilty.

Unbeleived, everytime you cry out against the compounding abuse, your tears matter less, until they break zero and begin to increase in value toward an opposite meaning.

Now if you try to tell, you only endanger yourself.
You go silent, knowing that to cry for help will ensure greater harm.
You smile.
You fawn.
You promise not to tell, even though nobody asked you to…
Like it was your own choice. ⛓️

Majority rules.”

-X