The Dictatorship

I had forgotten what it felt like

to be accused of causing someone

to attempt suicide

Now memories come back

full force and I’m a child again

Only a burden

I am not myself alone

I am part of a collection

One they call the girls

I can be punished for words

That don’t come from

My own lips

She can be silenced

For bearing an opinion

From her fingertips

An irony of sorts

Attacked  for criticising someone

because they cant take criticism

Proven right and

Vulnerable as the next

But not worthy of a voice

She doesn’t know them

As i do, the way they ask for honesty

But respond to it viciously

They aren’t aware (or do not care) that you

Have been reading the poems

And stories eagerly

That you Followed the links

And gave your support

Only to feel the fallout

And the all consuming rage

That we girls know too well

Falling on our knees

Lapping from the river

Of emotional abuse

The way he used to

show up at the door

and stamp and scream and curse

Now Thirsty beyond belief

Forced to drink down poison

And smile with all your teeth

Deleted as you thought you would be

screen caps were right

Where Criticism is ‘harassment’

Hail the dictatorship

It isn’t hard to understand

That the vulnerable are not here

To be put upon a stage

Are more than a hashtag

Eagerly hijacked for cheap

Less than 8000 pounds

Fake it til you make it

Emotional and financial


feed and feed and feed

And find an echo chamber

to live inside


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