Something struck a chord in me
when you said that line.
You reminded me of my mother.
The tone she'll use
to assert her power and authority
that leaves no room for discussion
Even if she is wrong at the end of the
day.
And something bristled within me
In retaliation
In reaction
To that.
Now, I fear a wall will come up
every time I see you.
Partly afraid to hear what you'll speak.
Cause I'm adverse to that tone.
and perhaps I already do.
