The sun is shining, but I can’t see it.
The dirt’s been scrubbed, but I still feel it.
The room is silent, but I still hear him.
I remember the rocks shredding my skin, but he’s okay.
I remember the blood staining my legs, but he’s okay.
I remember my screams bouncing off him, but he’s okay.
And the world still turns for him.
© Jade M. Wong 2016
Written in response to three things:
For those who aren’t aware of Brock Turner and the controversy surrounding him: Brock Turner is a former swimmer at Stanford University who was convicted of sexually assaulting an unconscious victim. The sentence, for those convictions, should’ve been about 14 years in prison. Instead, the judge overseeing his case sentenced him to six months, and earlier this month, Brock Turner was released after only serving three.
Brock Turner’s case is just the latest in a series of examples of how inequality and privilege still plague our justice system, and our world. I ponder this: is Brock Turner the kind of man we want our future sons and nephews to embody? Is this the kind of world we want our future daughters and nieces to grow up in? Is this really the best we can do?