17/10/2025
TOGETHER, WE CAN RISE
Poem: The Weight of Silence
Beneath the scales, I see the truth. He stands strong cloaked in money, degrees, and a mask of “good character,” the criminal code pressed like armour to his chest.
This vision makes clear one thing, there will be justice for none but him.
And me? I stand doubled a body split between ache and fire. Oneself: the child who still weeps, shaking beneath the weight of silence. A body untarnished but a soul marked by what was taken. The other: a woman built of scars and sinew, hauling a gavel vast as a cross, its weight biting deep into flesh.
They call this balance, due process… when my trauma is set against his reputation, when the shattering of my body and mind is measured against his future. This is justice, a system which impedes the very healing it claims to offer. Through my eyes, I am both fracture and flame.
Yes, I weep. Yes, I endure. And though the scales tilt heavy against me, I know this: together we can lift what one cannot, together we can shoulder the weight of the gavel, together we can forge a justice that believes, that restores, that heals.