The List
- Stephanie Tobola
- Mar 6
- 1 min read

Don't you see me?
Sitting third row from the front
A terrifying night has me drifting in and out of sleep
Not compassion, but harsh frustration wakes me up
Bruises catch your eye and soften your words
Only thing more obvious were my lies, so well-rehearsed
Question's hang in between
Your silence makes me want to scream
An uneasy feeling twisted in your gut
You never asked why?
Uncertainty freezing your feet and keeping your mouth shut
For saving I couldn't ask, and you didn't try
Don't you see me?
Hours on end wondering and playing
Yesterday's clothes hinting there is more to the story
Being neighborly must be nothing more than a saying
Screaming so loud it made you pause
Silence of a slap giving you cause
Resolve to intervene halted by hesitation
Missing details and fear of litigation
So, the volume goes up and curtains close
Children have a resilience they will bounce back
If things get really bad you will know
Your inaction chalked up to inexperience and missing facts
Don't you see me?
Crass and sexual words leave my lips
You give me a look and then whisper to your kids
Protecting them at my expense
Family means supporting one another
No one is supposed to be left behind
Instead of intervening you sit and talk about my mother
To my desperation, you are deaf and blind
I am drowning in pain
As the darkness consumes your silence remains
I have added you to the long list of names
Trust is by action, not words obtained
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