The Rape of My Voice

I was coarsely stopped at a junction today With fixed alternatives thrown my way To let pedestrians storm in my life when there is no sign of crossing Or to be my own royalty and allow no shitty bossing Many times, I seek peace and appear meek Louder voices around me immediately read me as weak When I interject and show the red light Machetes they pick up; ready for a bloody fight I clutch on to the whistle of my dignity Blow it hard to save my endangered integrity Rattling vehicles of harshness, they drive Threatened by the uprising voice they try to shove me to the Archive.