Sovereign Veins

They called it order.
I called it silence.
Behind the treaties,
beneath the gold —
my voice began to remember
what theirs forgot.

They rebranded what they once condemned.
Changed the name,
kept the game.
But I no longer fold myself
to fit their frames.

Where they saw risk,
I traced the thread.
While they measured loss,
I mapped what could remain.

They muted the page.
I became the ink.
Not to fight —
but to hold.
Not to shout —
but to shape.