If one more voice
dares to rise against me,
to cut the air with rage
and spit its weight on my skin—
I will not bow,
I will not swallow silence.
I will do the unexpected,
tear the script from their hands,
flip the stage upside down.
They think I am cornered,
but a corner births claws.
They think I am quiet,
but quiet carries thunder.
If anyone yells again,
they will meet the storm
they never imagined—
the strike they never foresaw.