Go… open the door for them
We must be sure that they have complete accessibility
To our vulnerability
Our vulnerability needs mending to
Our vulnerability is losing control
Our vulnerability is hurting itself, is violent, is kicking, is kicking its feet and bleeding, into the carpet, bleeding into the everything, from that incesent kicking
Our vulnerability is in the process of potentially never seeing another human being
Again
Our vulnerability is dying
I’ll let them in
Up the first flight of stairs, 2B, can’t miss it, the doors wide open
They walked to the center area, where my vulnerability lies
And I was laid to siege, dragged to the corner of my mind
He questioned me
While the Other penetrated my vulnerability
Awakened it
Made it come back into a stream of consciousness
They forced my vulnerability to its feet, laughing as it screamed out
It screamed out
Their grip was harsh and painful
My vulnerability expelled weakness, kicking and crying, yelling in a tone of that of an abused adolescent
Desperate and embarrassed
The Other continued with the degradation of my vulnerability
He kept me restrained
But I looked Him in the eyes and knew what would make him set me free
A stab at his humility
There is no one who loses sight of their objective more quickly than a humiliated man
I faced the Other in the center area,
I faced what they had done to my vulnerability
I wailed at the top of my vocal capacity, with the intensity of someone I didn’t know
Vein protruding from neck, and breath exploding from lungs
The betrayal was exuted from my body in a lasting bout
Making my horse throat raw
Get out!
The Other froze,
and smirked
ignorance and immense masculine toxicity that I had never before experienced
Thinking nothing of it, He and the Other grabbed the upper and lower torso of my vulnerability
And hauled it out with them as they exited
I could not stop them
Not because I was afraid of my own animalistic anger and hatred
Of these abled bodied beings
But because of social contract and the freedom that I had given up to the governor
In return for being the governed, In return for law and order
I could not jump and claw and mame
Without the certainty of the imprisonment of myself along with my vulnerability
What if I were dark? What if I were darker? What if I were marbled?
In this moment I would be gagging, choking on a thick pool of my own blood
I was breathing
And I had known that they had done this before
But that day I learned that Lady Justice only wears a blindfold
To obstruct her view of her children that she raised who revel in corruption
That day I learned that they manipulate you into thinking that they need to be let in because you are utterly incompetent
And to start a cycle of oppression and abuse and inescapability
And reach in and steal your vulnerability
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