Do not mistake silence or stillness

for acquiescence

You see the shell of the egg

waiting to hatch

Trust me

This is not submission

Not all protests are noisy affairs

and there's no shame in

protecting yourself

​​​Trust me

Do not presume I'm no threat

There is power in being

Underestimated

Trust me

When language does not fit

When tradition is a disconnected farce

When systems fail

as they were always meant to

There is another way

and it begins

in silence

with stillness

Trust me