The Problem

The problem is...

There are men out there who make millions of dollars while sexually assaulting women. 

The problem is...

There are countless women who have come forward, more everyday, with horrific stories of these experiences. 

The problem is...

Too many people support what is created by these men

Too many people continue to watch, to listen, to appreciate that which is produced by these men. 

The problem is that I can feel myself becoming desensitized to the problem,

As I scroll through my feeds and see you fighting one another, 

I feel myself grow weary.

Weary of the yelling, of the arguing, to the point

That the intense passion I feel for these women burns itself out

What can I do, that others cannot?

What impact could I have, by not watching, not listening, not appreciating

Those works that millions others continue to do?

What influence do I, a small pebble thrown in amongst the oceans, having against the current?

The problem is...

I don't want it to be a problem anymore...

And yet I can't find what the answer must be

This poem is about: 
Our world

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