You Are Right. You Always Were.

You don't sit in their air-conditioned cars
You wash them as they smirk in disgust
Yes, your clothes are torn
But while yours collect dust you wash their silks
Their velvets, cashmeres, their Egyptian cottons
Your children may not go to school together
I saw them today
His daughter in the back, your son in front of her
Pedalling vigorously to the market

You are right.
You always were.

They didn't believe you, or maybe they closed their eyes
Maybe they looked the other way because it was easier
Easier than accepting the harsh thorn-studded reality
Maybe they were part of the parasitic ladder
Leeches sucking power off of one another
Sucking greedily until the only thing that remained
on their brittle bones was leathery sallow skin
Held under a conscientious light it would show one word
Letters awkwardly clogging every pore, spelling "TRAITOR"

Don't let them sway you
Make you think it's a mistake
An ignorant slip by an anonymous perpetrator
Look in their eyes, blank, cold, hard
They refuse to see you exist
Let them hear your scream
Let them to see your tears
Let them touch your unhealing wounds
They'll never know of the ones inside
In fairy tales the wrongdoer is punished
Always
Life may not be twenty pages long
But justice is not a fantasy
It exists, I promise you
You are not a king but you have power
There are no wishes in this story
There are demands
There are the villians
And you are the heroes
Heroes always win.

You are right.
You always were.