You know my story. You know my character. You read my words and yet you stay quiet. Every moment of silence, no matter the reason, puts my blood on your hands.
Fear. Indifference. Uncertainty. Excuses. None of these erase the truth. None of these absolve the responsibility you carry when you choose to stay silent while injustice unfolds.
Ask yourself: what will your silence mean in the long run? Are you merely watching, or are you standing with me?