How Trauma From Injustice Shapes Our Inner Healing, Part 1

We live in pandemic of injustic and injustice doesn’t disappear when ignored. It embeds itself in the body — in exhaustion, in sickness, in silence. Ana Mael wrote "With Smirk, Injustice Spoke Back" to give Injustice a voice. Not an abstract idea, but a force that grows when denied, minimized, or dismissed. Injustice speaks through our nervous systems, through our relationships, and through the systems that profit when we turn away from each other. T his is a spoken word poem and somatic monologue about what happens when Injustice finally answers back. It is raw, embodied, and prophetic — a reminder that healing cannot happen without truth, and justice cannot be ignored without consequence. If you’ve ever felt ignored, denied, dismissed, minimized — this piece speaks for you. If you’re drawn to spoken word poetry that confronts truth, this performance will resonate. If you’re interested in trauma healing, somatics, embodiment, or social justice, this is for you. ⚡ If this piece speaks to you, please share it widely. Someone who needs to hear these words will find them through you. Second part will be released soon. Subscribe and you will be notified. Poem ( please link back to this video if you are using it on your platforms ). With Smirk, Injustice Spoke Back ( by Ana Mael ) You said: Ignore it. Deny it. Withdraw. Dismiss it. Walk around it. Justify it. Minimize it. Just don’t deal with it. And Injustice said back: The more you ignore me, the more you deny me, the more you withdraw from me, the more you dismiss me, the more you minimize me— the more I will grow. I will rise. I will scream louder into your vanishing face. As if you haven’t sickened already. And then I will catch you. I will suffocate you and whisper in your face: You ignored me. You denied me. You walked around me. You dismissed me. You justified me. You minimized me. You refused me. As you hover in that place of almost-death, I will stop time so you can feel what it means to live forever in the “about to die” state of life. For every hour, every day, every week, every year you witnessed me and still ignored me, denied me, withdrew from me, dismissed me, justified me, minimized me— I will make you feel it back. I will destroy you with your own poison— not with fury, not with speed, but with waiting terror. The same waiting I endured as you ignored me, denied me, withdrew from me, dismissed me, justified me, minimized me. You refused to face me. Now I face you. Every hour. Every day. Every week. Every year. You will remember. You will recall your life. And you know— better than anyone— what it feels like: to be ignored, to be denied, to be withdrawn from, to be dismissed, to be walked around, to be minimized, to be left undealt with. I will do to you what you did to me— as it was once done to you. And the cycle will never end until you see me, stand with me, hold me, act with me, for me. Only then will you realize: It is not me. It is not you. It is them. Those who allowed us one thing: to ignore each other, to deny each other, to withdraw from each other, to dismiss each other, to walk away from each other, so we never face each other. As long as we scrutinize each other, as long as our gaze is not on them, as long as we are not united— they will keep their smirk. We release the pain of injustice done by them upon... Chapters (00:00:00) - Injustice