i can write of tea and hugs

even if you think it’s trivial for me

Anger and pain are best unburdened onto words

but in laughter and joy

I resist

in music and dance

in  walking up and down

streets dotted with soldiers

or men denying my right to be

I resist

In showing my face

where people try to crush it

or tell me who i am

and what my burdens are

I resist

in anger, sometimes

in despair too

i’ll fight you through the fog


in love and flowers

in laughter and tea

till your tools are dust

I resist