Karen Bassey's "Part" starts with a simple observation that quickly turns into a complaint: every story has two sides, but most of us only ever hear one. The speaker seems puzzled at first, asking "How is it so" as if she can't quite believe it. But the questions that follow get sharper. What happens to the side nobody hears? Is it simply forgotten? Does justice get "put to nothing" along with it?
The speaker clearly cares about the person left unheard, the one who is hurting while everyone else carries on with the version they know. The last line, "It's doesn't matter, does it?", sounds bitter and tired. She seems to ask it knowing the uncomfortable answer is that, in practice, it often doesn't. The mood is quiet, reflective and a little angry. Because the poem is so short and plain, the questions hang in the air, and the reader is left to wonder which stories they have only half heard.