This made me pause.
So you walked with me that day. And you were talking. I couldn’t really listen because I was mesmerized by your body walking next to mine. The flawless way you moved and I could feel you from that distance. Those ten minutes were the best of my life. To see you next to me. Even though you weren’t talking directly to me. You did see me once and twice. But I ignored. I tried to engage in small talk. I wanted you to be smitten by me as well. The same way as I was. I saw you as you were. A leader. A natural talker. The way you make people do things for you. I was awed. My attraction to you increased ten folds. I was conscious about you looking at my picture on the university id card and I didn’t want you to see it. But you still did. Your dimpled smile makes your scars seem pale. The way you radiate with that masculine energy. And I tried to tell you off from COD (change of department) because I didn’t want you to leave. I don’t want you to go. This valentines day I think about you. I wish we can be friends.
The days that I cannot meet you or see you are the worst. My whole being is in an anxious position. My nights are sleepless and weekend are a nightmare.
People starving when tons of unsold food is thrown away globally because people couldn’t afford to purchase the food, that’s violence.
People dying and going bankrupt to pay for their healthcare, that’s violence.
People being evicted from their homes when there are more houses than there are houseless people, that’s violence.Capitalism is violence.
And before anyone says it, no the system isn’t broken, it was built this way.