The enemies that are hardest to fight, are the ones you cannot see.

That slight condescending passing comment passed in the hallways.

The scent of perfume he refuses to acknowledge permeating from his shirt.

That slight hesitation before leaning in to hug you.


How do you fight for what is not there?
How do you fight against it?


Sometimes they are smart; they place puppets as frontiers for us to channel our hate against. So we may have that face to disgrace, to spit upon, and to unite against.


But the hardest enemies to fight, are the ones you cannot see.

I suppose I haven't progressed as far as I thought; given how the current turn of events have come out.

But I am aware this time.