
Defiance is like-
a grey hair in its lair,
whispering, “Whatcha gonna do?
I’m still here.”
You hid me, dyed me dry,
but I still stand tall.
Come at me again —
let’s see you try.
Years spent dodging your spears;
now we meet.
I’ll kick you, Athena,
in front of your peers.
(Halfway, the speaker realises: this wasn’t a poem about defiance. It was…)
— Grey Hair at WrestleMania, challenging Curio (the Flying Kick) Athena.
(Grey Hair, after winning the match)
“The flying kick landed — not on me but you.
Remember this: ‘I can knock you at a party / By just showing up there.’”
-Curio Athena
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