what humanity is.

That film woke something inside my chest,
a cold awareness, sharp and deep.
Terrifying—
how power truly works.

A person with money,
with endless wealth,
with influence,
with authority,
can bend those beneath them,
pull invisible strings
for their own gain.
It’s frightening.

God,
please hear me.
Protect me
from people like that.

They move in packs,
tight circles of privilege,
their own exclusive groups.
They flaunt their riches,
long, careless vacations,
parenting styles that make people gasp—
as if children were objects,
left in cars,
handed over to hotel staff to be managed.

My mind can’t process it.
My heart refuses to accept it.
This world feels wrong—
and I stand here,
asking You, God,
to keep me human
in a place that sometimes forgets
what humanity is.