When they crowd you into a corner, show them how terrifying nature can be. Show them your fangs, made jagged with all the hate you've swallowed. Make them hear your roar, made silent over the years, bursting forth with fed up rage. Stare them down with that crazed look in your eye, made by them who have soured your view of what humans are. Don't let them silence you further, backing so far you turn to the dust trapped between the floorboards. Turn from flight and show them what fight looks like. Turn that corner into your foothold as you launch yourself at them; fist bloody and held aloft in triumph at the end of the day.