Funny how alignment shifts
When pressure enters the room.
Some build under it—
Others quietly make space for blame.
I’ve learned to read the pauses now,
The sentences that never finish,
The agreement that comes too fast—
And loyalty that leaves no footprints.
You question my decisions in shadows,
But borrow my voice in the light.
Play loyal when it’s convenient,
Then switch sides mid-fight.
You think blame is easy currency,
That I’ll carry what you drop—
But I’ve built through worse storms than you,
I don’t bend. I don’t stop.
The work still moves because I do.
The weight still holds because I carry it.
Not loudly. Not for applause.
Just consistently enough that it’s expected.
Turncoat—
You change colors to survive.
I stand in one truth,
And that’s why I thrive.
Remember this—
When the dust chooses sides, it settles.
And when it does,
It won’t be your whispers that remain—
It’ll be my mettle.