I would rather be the villain than the victim. 

In this world where we have the idea of justice,where we have the hope of justice. 

We don’t have the hope it’ll be served.

Some pray, hanging their heads hoping that their story will be heard and believed.

That the judge, the government, so powerful, so knowledgeable. 

Will do them justice yet.

One so powerful bends so easily, for green, for a mix of cotton and linen, for their beliefs, for their politics.

Not for the truth but for greed. 

They rip families apart, keep children in dangerous conditions.

When blamed for the blood they swear isn’t on their hands. 

They say “there was nothing i could have done”, or “there were no sighs”.

Gabriel Fernandez. 

Know his name.

8 years of age. 

8, an abuse victim. 

By his own mother. 

Depressed skull fracture, bruising on his eyes, missing teeth, bruising and scars of different ages and stages, small circular cuts. a deep lash on the base of his penis and a burn mark.

8 years old. Gabriel Fernandez.

A broken skull, a solid swelling of clotted blood on his head, swelling on the brain, a cut and solid swelling of clotted blood on his liver, lung disease, new and old rib fractures, a BB in his lung, a swollen knee.

I don’t say I would rather be the villain than the victim because I want to get away with things.

I say it because no one listens to the victims.

Till we are dead or dying. 

Till we have nothing left. 

Till we don’t need help.