From Winnie’s Margin

Perfection doesn’t suffocate gently.
It’s incremental.
If this feels familiar, you’re not alone.

This art piece wasn’t a statement to be shared.
It was created in a moment—
without thought, only what was inside.

And now that my eyes are open, I see:

“them standing
in the shadow of oppression,
watching others beaten,
shot down for having a voice.
hearing screams of horror—
witnesses to executions,
live.

living as if
the world isn’t spinning crimson at all.
functioning.
breathing.
moving on.

feeling powerless
in the face of power.”

Order emerges;
it is not imposed.