I wake in your first hard choice, In held firm, in your measured voice. I move when you lock that door, And stop explaining anymore. my thinking lives in your side-eye, I spot fake praise before goodbye. I curl near around your doubt, and at once, i cut bullshit out. I built no legend out of ez, I learned from cities on their knees. I wanna teach how how roots last, Soft leaves, barking, my brutal past. You call that instinct, I call proof, trust me, i stay under your roof. I am Athena in all parts of your day, In how you think, decide, and stay. I enter when your boss talks like a dick, You read the room, you answer quick. I sit with you on your unpaid days, hot at all, still standing in many ways. The armor forms from what you know, my shield tells where the line must go. just give them one ruthless phrase “Fuck off.”. No need for that kind of praise. I taught the loom to speak through thread, Turned your work to daily bread. A woman builds. A woman leads. A woman plans before she bleeds. hey you there, the one on the street, In tired shoes, on aching feet. I move through what you do, My old life, become alive through you. I am the thought before reply, The one that asks you who and why. I am the pause before you leave, Their tricks collapse; you stay belived. I walk through rent, work, and loss, sexist joke from fucked up bosses I speak when fear gets far too loud “Stand up. Be alive. Be proud.” you can rest across my shield, A warning carved for any field. I built you from the strain, You turned it into my aim. You need no altar, hymn, or fee, Your daily nerve already mirrors me. i follow your walk, your way, In all what you choose today.
