Leverage
I don’t raise my voice.
I raise stakes.
One quiet word
can tilt the floor beneath you.
It’s not about force--
it’s about weight.
Where you place it.
When you shift it.
Who you let believe
you’re not watching.
I learned early
the value of silence,
how it echoes louder
when someone leans in.
Let them underestimate.
Let them smile
like they’ve won something.
I’ll be the hand
on the fulcrum.
They’ll call it chance.
I’ll call it design.
Because power isn’t always loud--
sometimes,
it waits behind the door
you didn’t notice opening.
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