WHEN JUSTICE GOES QUIET
An original poem about unfairness, silence, accountability, and the choice to keep speaking.
Injustice looks like a door shut tight
before a person gets to speak,
like power standing tall and loud
while truth is made to look weak.
It looks like names judged before faces,
like color deciding the chance,
like rules that promise the same protection
but change when given a glance.
It looks like a badge without restraint,
or a witness nobody hears,
like one mistake becoming a lifetime
while someone else disappears.
It looks like a classroom with two standards,
a home refused for who you are,
a ramp that never got built,
a future kept needlessly far.
But justice is more than punishment.
It is evidence, truth, and care.
It is holding the guilty accountable
without making innocence pay their share.
So I will educate, I will question,
I will challenge what people excuse.
Because silence can protect injustice—
and a voice is something I choose.
Justice is not perfect people.
It is a fairer rule we defend:
the same human worth at the beginning,
and the same human worth at the end.