And Still She Stood

🎼 Title: “And Still She Stood”
by: Clotilde Marchand

You counted to three,

and three turned to five.

Repeated commands

like bees in a hive.

“Sit, madame, sit”—

you begged with a smile,

then barked like a sergeant

Who’s lost all his style?

—

You whispered, then yelled,

then bribed with a snack.

She blinked, unimpressed,

and turned her sleek back.

A queen in repose,

immune to your plot—

your volume went up,

and still she stared back.

—

You thought you were clear,

that tone equals rule.

But Dobermans don’t

obey a fool.

Not when the energy’s

wrinkled and slack—

you train your voice, dear,

then she’ll sit back.

—

You wanted a soldier

who jumps at each shout.

But you bought a diplomat

with well-trained doubt.

She’s reading the room,

not jumping on cue—

perhaps the one

who needs training…

is you.