They will always offer you the trade.
Your voice for comfort.
Your spine for safety.
Your silence for a place at the table.
Most take it.
Quietly.
Gratefully even.
They call it growing up.
They call it being realistic.
They call it wisdom.
But some nights you still feel the weight of what you almost sold.
The part of you that refused to kneel.
The part that would rather stay poor, hated, and free
than rich, liked, and owned.
That part is expensive to keep alive.
Most let it die.

Would You ?