The poem is entitled, “Stubborn Ounces,” and it has a subtitle
which dedicates it (To One Who Doubts the Worth of Doing Anything if You Can’t Do Everything)
You say the little efforts that I make
will do no good: they never will prevail
to tip the hovering scale
where Justice hangs in balance.
I don’t think
I ever thought they would.
But I am prejudiced beyond debate
in favor of my right to choose which side
shall feel the stubborn ounces of my weight.