Anatomy of Ignorance

This isn’t about birds. 

It’s about the way people shrink us down to fit inside the comfort of their own small understanding. They look at what we’ve been through and decide it’s nothing more than a thought experiment, a hobby of overthinking, a luxury of having too much time. They mistake survival scars for indulgence. They pretend empathy, but it’s arrogance — an ignorance dressed up as care.

The truth is, some minds are too small to carry the weight of who we are. They will never understand, not because they can’t, but because they won’t. And that refusal is its own anatomy: hollow skull, empty cavity, a brain no bigger than a bird’s, still convinced it knows how to fly.

This piece is a mirror held up to that hollowness. A reminder that not every voice deserves to define your struggle, not every opinion is worth carving into your skin. Some people were born to stay shallow, and we don’t owe them depth.