This isn’t performative.
You didn’t buy it to make a point.

You bought it because you’ve been living the word.
Quietly. Daily. In all the ways no one sees.

Now it’s just printed on something you carry.

It’s not anger.
It’s remembering your soul in a world that keeps asking you to forget.

To live gently.
To stay grounded.
To feel, even when it hurts.

That’s resistance too.