Sometimes we find ourselves being reproached for something that has nothing to do with us.
Most times, it is because we were at the wrong place at the right time or right place at the wrong time.
Whatever the case may be many have become victims of circumstances.
Also, many often see playing the victim as a way to gain affection, love or sympathy. Being a victim means being harmed or hurt, sometimes killed, injured, or subjected to oppression. It is often a genuinely sad state caused by unforseen circumstances.
However, why do many love taking victim roles, playing a victim? Why do we deceive or seek for attention so much and result to acting pitiful, making up stories and even defrauding others in order to gain some self interest.
Stop playing the victim! Victims are often survivors and warriors of life’s challenges/disasters. They work hard to get out of the subjected state, back on their feet. Acting like one, staying in the role, playing the victim does not pay respect to yourself, acting pitiful is in fact pitiful. Defrauding actual victims and making aid and society hesitant in helping actual victims. Why not be victorious? This in itself earns you all the victories in the world.
…To many that have indeed found themselves victims of circumstances, victims of life’s disaster and assault: breath, take all the time you need, we stand for you; till you stand yourself.
Here is what the Writers That Are Friends (WTAF) have penned down, “VICTIMS”:
A victim bears a weight so heavy,
A burden that feels never-ending,
The pain that’s sharp and unforgiving,
A stone that’s carried without bending.
With every step they try to take,
Their feet feel heavy and unsteady,
They’re met with obstacles along the way.
That leave them feeling weak and unready.
Their heart is heavy with despair,
And fear grips them tight in its snare,
For they’ve been hurt and left to bleed,
An agony that never seems to recede.
Yet, though they bear the scars of defeat,
A strength within them rises from deep,
A resilience strong enough to overcome,
The wounds that have left them feeling numb.
For every victim is a warrior too.
A fighter who refuses to be subdued,
Who finds the will to fight and survive,
To rise from the ashes and thrive.
So let us remember the victim’s might,
Their courage to stand up and fight,
For those who’ve been through the darkness,
Shall one day bask in the light of their greatness.
The Eagle 🦅
“Often, we play the role of a victim to teach others a moral lesson.”
When we end up as victims, it’s important not to misunderstand why…… It could be accidental or intentional because some people make a living in the city of pity, deliberately or unknowingly.
This particular set of people in this city want people around them to feel sorry for them always despite knowing how to deal with their problems themselves instead, they feel so comfortable in that position in their life..
Insecurity, disobedience, and ignorance can leads to victims.
The opposite of victimhood is accountability. Well, your circumstances may not be your fault, they are your responsibility. That doesn’t mean you caused it. It’s not about causing it, it’s about having the power over your circumstances to influence and change the outcome.
“The term “victim” can be sensed in various ways. Each person defines it based on the challenges they’ve endured before being labeled as prey.”
Someone who faces challenges can become a winner and help others solve problems. Being in tough situations is universal, whether it’s scams, failures, kidnapped, accidents, or stage fright. It’s not optional, but everyone can relate to it.
You have to understand that you’re not helpless. Regardless of your struggles, you’ve endured. You may have faced difficulties, pain, betrayal, setbacks, and discouragement, but nothing has overcome you. You’re still standing! You’ve experienced delays, not denials. You are not a victim, you are a victor. You have a history of victory.
We weren’t always like this.
We used to be children with little need,
But darkness has taken away our bliss,
And replaced it with the echoes of their greed.
The abyss swallowed us whole,
And took most of us down.
I only managed to escape with my soul,
But have since never known more than a frown.
The light peaked at the end of the abyss.
I had seen my chance to escape;
Lost in joy, I noticed not something amiss,
But could feel the stance of the hairs on my nape,
I ran and ran with all my might,
But was caught up in my own despair.
So much so I’d become used to the fright.
The evil entities that lurked near,
To the ground they had me tackled.
Their violence meant to make me feel shame.
Despite being bound on my wrists with shackles.
I knew that I was not to blame,
The evil grin that ghosted his face.
The bickering smile that threatened to run free.
The poison in my voice that I chose to lace,
“You wouldn’t make a victim out of me.”
With fear and pain in her timid heart,
This victim and joy has never crossed paths.
Molested and raped at a young age,
Her voice was locked, society, the cage.
Her eyes bled with the tears she hide.
She was alone on this painful ride.
Lost so deep in depression,
A fake smile was her closest companion.
An introvert she was called by society,
Nobody knew her reality.
So many times she tried to speak up,
But the stigma she’d face keeps her voice locked up.
I hope she finds the courage to let the past go.
There’s greatness ahead, she should know.
I hope she uses her voice someday
because I am eager to hear what she has to say.
Looking all around me is darkness, gross darkness.
For the pain on the deepened rugged carnal that my head seems to have, blurred my fainting vision.
But I could gaze… I could gaze upon a streaming silver light, just at the top of my feet.
All caged in a deepened darkened world.
There is pain, There are limitations,There are struggles, They are all shooting arrows, all aiming at me trying to buy my oxygen with their deceptive glare.
But I being caught alone down there gazed upon the streamy silver light as this hope slides through my fingers like sand…
I want to move….
I want to be set free…
I want to survey that silvery light and gaze upon it’s imaginations on my reality…
This boosted my spirit and lightening my physical sight I surged not willing to draw back to perdition!
Then they came from the vacuum above that which has finally decided to cut down my existence.
I have big dreams…
I have hopes…
I have aspirations…
I have visions…
There’s no one to rescue the weak, the stranded, the broken hearted and depressed!
No one to give a steping stone to the caged ones in the spirit!
No one to lift a hands of encouragement to the demotivated souls!
No one is giving a voice to the innocent souls trapped in the sands of time and fate!
Accepting defeat and bowing to live in my limited world and society. I surrendered into the cold grips of death and traded my oxygen to the deceptive one.😔
In shadows deep, the victim waits,
Bound by chains of fear and hate.
Invisible wounds, unseen and deep,
A shattered soul that longs to weep.
But through the pain, the victim rises,
Like a phoenix from the ashes,
With courage strong, and spirit bold,
The healing journey will unfold.
Through tears and struggles, the heart finds peace,
As the victim’s scars begin to cease.
No longer defined by past despair,
But empowered by the strength they bear.
The wounds may linger, but the spirit’s bright,
For the victim has found the power of light.
Transforming pain into wisdom deep,
A healing journey for the victim to keep.
~Ayi The Legend
The victim’s plight remains unknown,
the result of the ignorance always shown.
They walk as ghosts, unseen,
dragging the weight of the heavy burden
outcasts of a society that once claimed to love them.
A society that promised them protection but only delivered it’s judgement and conviction.
A society that berates the outcomes
never stopping to wonder about the “how comes?”
They don’t see the victims as the people they are;
the survivors of difficult situations,
the warriors who’ve conquered trials and tribulations,
they are the evidence of perseverance,
proof that there’s always a second chance
as long as the society focuses on the ugliness of what was, it will never see the beauty of what could be.
Taunts, cries, stigma, false sympathy
the victims are forced to live with apathy.
Where there’s no sin, there can be no remission,
Where there’s no crime, there can be no confession.
Why then am I the blame?
Just because I’m at the receiving end of pain,
While you sit making judgements in the comfort of your home.
While i, despite being surrounded by people, stand all alone.
Who then knows the victim’s plight?
Only another victim could understand my fight;
but to wish this fate upon you,
would make the monster you think of me true.
I am not a monster,
I am a sister, a brother, a son or a daughter
I am a human being.
I was once like you,
Before the world tried to taint my character.
Before it took my innocence away.
It’s all my fault, it’s what you made me see.
I’m sorry that you made a victim out of me.
Dedicated to all victims around the world. Victims of Sexual and psychological assault, disasters, terrorism and circumstances.
(The Chibok girls, Abuja, Kaduna kidnap, Abuja-Kaduna Train Bomb, Ibadan Explosion, Jan 1 Japan Earthquake etc).