A lesson in victimhood

You do not need to be beautiful
To be a victim.
You need not be perfect, grand nor great.
But you do not take up the label of victim for the sake of your kin.
To fold that label from your kin and wrap it around yourself is to choose much more carefully your feuds.
If we are all the victim of every crime we are all dead beings, waking and walking
Dead students in a place out of reach, bombed, shot and stung
Dead parents, killed by war rage and poverty
Dead people, lining the streets and obscured internet files.
If you walk and talk as if you are bloodied and dead who are you to tell us?
The dead line the streets, but what have you done?
No voice remains after a body is hung.
(The whispers do not quiet, people still talk)
Do not speak over them.
The kind act, and take smiles and with their bruised hands fix.
You do not have to scream to be heard.
(You just have to be there)