#138 Dear Human

Dear human, Rest assured this letter is not of the form I would love to write I would love to claim moral height of what is wrong and right I dearly desire to dismantle and dissent of all that you do But I can't. The truth is, I don't even know you. Dear human, You untouchable being separated by electronic waves and wires One of humanities many enragers, saviours, liars or criers The fact is, I don't know you. Not in any meaningful way Though we may have met, or may indeed meet someday. Dear human, The reason I'm labouring (maybe straining) this particular issue Is that I've literally no idea what hardships you've been through You may be fathering a child, have never smiled, or be just fine I'm sad to say I don't know your struggles, as you don't know mine. Dear human, When my dear friend posted about her experience with sexual assault I hope you realise, regardless of appearance, that this wasn't her fault That she may have already gone through enough stress, anguish and fear, Without you saying "your arse was grabbed once. Not exactly the sinking of the titanic here". Dear human, I've no idea why you or I may choose to say the things we say I like to think us all honest and blessed, in our own little way Maybe you really do judge everything life brings by the same metric Judging life as if you're thinking you are sinking on the titanic. Dear human, I would dearly love for this letter to allow me to shame and rage But I clearly don't know you, and we're not on the same page I don't know your life and struggles, and I'm not going to pretend I just wish you had realised to do the same to my good friend.