#smth smth that poem about god please dont let someone kill me for the crime of being small

[genderkoolaid]

my grandma just told me a story abt how her brother in law woke up one morning to a man sleeping on their couch, because their neighborhood left doors unlocked regularly & unhoused people would use that as an opportunity to find a safe place to sleep for the night. and like obv i can understand why thats scary crime exists etc etc but also like. its insane to me how our society trains us to view it as "scary bad stranger man invading!!!!!" and not "my neighbor who didn't want to have to sleep on a bench in the cold where anyone, such as a cop, could harass or hurt them, possibly with the law on their side, and be completely exposed to the elements." like who can fucking blame them. its hard to say how you would react in a situation you haven't ever encountered but my first thought hearing this was to ask if he was okay or if he wanted something to eat. and then i realized there are a lot of people who would tell this story indistinguishably from "i saw a huge gross spider in the bathroom so i hit with a book until it stopped moving!!!!!"