Making a stand

Photo by Robert Anasch on Unsplash
In celebration of all those making a stand to protect our envirnoment.
When did it turn to anger?
It’s really hard to say,
I was such a gentle person
Before.
When did I turn defiant?
I cannot give a time,
Just a stomach full of bile
Spilled over.
Why did I stand my ground?
Over such a trivial thing.
Why then, why that?
Who knows.
But you with your hat on,
Your authoritative badge,
You prickled at my defiance,
Till it hurt.
And I could hear my brave voice,
With just a murmur of a wobble,
Say,
I wished to exercise my autonomy,
And stand
where I wanted,
Till I wanted
to move.
I stood, defiant, by the door,
Refusing to leave,
Just because you,
Authority,
Wanted me to.
Knowing that I could not win,
That I could not beat the system.
I wanted this small victory,
To stand my ground.
It was so petty,
So insignificant,
But it rankled you so much.
It was worth it.
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