This is all so much bigger than
any one person or role or system or moment.
It’s the entire normalization of shallow humanity.

Just be nice.
Don’t make it awkward.
Don’t say too much.
Forgive and forget.
Be grateful it wasn’t worse.

The kind that celebrates “healing” as long as it’s quiet
and only if you follow the exact same path
that only ever works
in that one circumstance
with the same set of variables
As long as you don’t inconvenience anyone
As long as you don’t get too real

They insist on the kind of humanity that demands your understanding
while refusing to give any of its own.

It’s cowardice.
Spiritual bypassing dressed in self-care language.
It’s smiles over rot.
Thoughts and prayers and vibes instead of action.

I held my soul in the dirt under your hands
and watched the world look away.
And I saw more clearer than ever

Shallowness. Performance. Ego. Control.