We will not quiet down.

We won’t hide.

We won’t beg, grovel, cower, or bargain.

We won’t obey.

We will not bow.

We will fight in ways that are foreign to you. In ways that you can’t foresee, comprehend, or stop.

We are free. We will remain free. And we will fight to make sure that all are free.

We will go on loving one another, loving ourselves, loving people of different colors and languages and beliefs and cultures. We will go on loving this earth.

We will plant trees and thank the stars and hug our friends and dance in the streets. And you will cower behind your walls as you slowly shrivel away.

We will continue to raise our vibrations and change the tide. We will keep on thwarting your every move. And we will still be wiping the sleep out of more and more sets of eyes as we go – eyes that will further reveal and diminish you.

We are more. We are stronger. We are wiser. We are whole and sovereign beings, and you and your minions are but children playing with plastic toy soldiers afraid of love, afraid of us, afraid of your own shadows.

You will not win.

We will not bow.

We aren’t going away.

©️ 2025 Cristen Writes