My no means less than your yes.
My no to you perhaps means yes.
My no is up for discussion.
My no can be persuaded or explained away
Or followed down the street.
It can be molded until it sounds like yes to your ears
But still no to mine.
My no can be worn down
With niceness and faux concern
Or violence from your tongue and fists.
Each belonging to the same masters:
Manipulation and control.
And after a time
My no’s become a yes from an exasperated mind and lips.
This is when I realise that language is not all the same
That some no’s are more equal than others.
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