The Era of Silence

I’m in an era

where I don’t argue with disrespect.

I don’t raise my voice

to explain what you should already know.

I watch.

Not with anger—

with clarity.

I notice how you move

when no one’s correcting you,

how comfortable you are

crossing lines you pretend not to see.

I don’t ask why anymore.

Your actions answer faster

than your words ever could.

I’ve learned silence isn’t weakness—

it’s selection.

It’s me deciding

who gets access to my energy

and who gets distance.

I don’t confront.

I conclude.

I let patterns speak

and I listen closely.

Then I make a choice—

not to react,

but to adjust my presence.

Some people lose explanations.

Some lose access.

Some don’t even realize

the door closed

because I didn’t slam it.

This is my quiet era.

Where peace matters more than being understood,

and my absence

does the talking for me.