I was all of six years old, when I protested against something for the first time. My school teacher had deducted one mark for a perceived error. It was not really an error, so I fought back and got that one mark reinstated on my scoresheet. I had raised unreasonable demands in the past, like wanting my infant brother to be thrown out, because my supremacy at home was disturbed. But this was the first time I fought for a cause and won.
The story continued. I’m still quick to see injustice. I still raise my voice against it. I’ve suffered adverse consequences for this propensity of mine, but still march on.
I would like to know where it comes from.
seeds of distrust sown
long before trees faced an axe
they ask for a voice