My Stolen Vulnerability

Go… open the door for them

We must be sure that they have complete accessibility

To our vulnerability

Our vulnerability needs mending to

Our vulnerability is losing control

Our vulnerability is hurting itself, is violent, is kicking, is kicking its feet and bleeding, into the carpet, bleeding into the everything, from that incesent kicking

Our vulnerability is in the process of potentially never seeing another human being

Again

Our vulnerability is dying

I’ll let them in

Up the first flight of stairs, 2B, can’t miss it, the doors wide open

They walked to the center area, where my vulnerability lies

And I was laid to siege, dragged to the corner of my mind

He questioned me

While the Other penetrated my vulnerability

Awakened it

Made it come back into a stream of consciousness

They forced my vulnerability to its feet, laughing as it screamed out

It screamed out

Their grip was harsh and painful

My vulnerability expelled weakness, kicking and crying, yelling in a tone of that of an abused adolescent

Desperate and embarrassed

The Other continued with the degradation of my vulnerability

He kept me restrained

But I looked Him in the eyes and knew what would make him set me free

A stab at his humility

There is no one who loses sight of their objective more quickly than a humiliated man

I faced the Other in the center area,

I faced what they had done to my vulnerability

I wailed at the top of my vocal capacity, with the intensity of someone I didn’t know

Vein protruding from neck, and breath exploding from lungs

The betrayal was exuted from my body in a lasting bout

Making my horse throat raw

Get out!

The Other froze,

and smirked

ignorance and immense masculine toxicity that I had never before experienced

Thinking nothing of it, He and the Other grabbed the upper and lower torso of my vulnerability

And hauled it out with them as they exited

I could not stop them

Not because I was afraid of my own animalistic anger and hatred

Of these abled bodied beings

But because of social contract and the freedom that I had given up to the governor

In return for being the governed, In return for law and order

I could not jump and claw and mame

Without the certainty of the imprisonment of myself along with my vulnerability

What if I were dark? What if I were darker? What if I were marbled?

In this moment I would be gagging, choking on a thick pool of my own blood

I was breathing

And I had known that they had done this before

But that day I learned that Lady Justice only wears a blindfold

To obstruct her view of her children that she raised who revel in corruption

That day I learned that they manipulate you into thinking that they need to be let in because you are utterly incompetent

And to start a cycle of oppression and abuse and inescapability

And reach in and steal your vulnerability