Rebel

REBEL

by Robin Shwedo

©: Robin Shwedo, 1995



“Sit down and shut up,”

he orders with a snarl.



I have been to hell and back,

seen things -

no, experienced them -

that no living being,

human or otherwise,

should know exists.

There are abuses which,

bad enough when done by unknown,

are a thousand times worse

when done in the name of love.

There are those who bully for what they want,

who fight without conscience against us all,

unless someone is brave enough to

STAND UP

and break the cycle.

Sooner

(or later)

the beaten spirit does one of two things:

either it breaks, withers and dies,

or becomes a strong warrior,

becoming one who will fight back against the wrong.

I have lived too much to go back.

Now, looking for new relationships,

I see through the gauzy,

glittery

starry-eyed good times,

and frequently see to the center,

the rigid unyielding core of a person.

I have to to survive.



And so,

I slide from the stool by the restaurant counter,

stand tall, strong,

and,

looking him straight in his surprised eyes,

state in a loud,

clear,

strong voice,

“I will not sit down.

I will not shut up.”



I know I've posted this poem here twice. But since it's Inauguration Day (for an already unpopular person)...

One of my sons took a class at the local technical school years ago, after graduating from high school. One of his instructors had a Viet Nam MIA/POW bumper sticker which said, "We will not sit down; we will not shut up." Something about the sentiment struck me as a positive way to stand up to any wrong-doing. Hence, this poem. I'd wanted to get something about the MIA/POW issue into the poem, but I really couldn't get it to mesh. Hopefully, I'll be able to get another poem going about that.

This poem is part of my book Revolutionary Broads and Other Nightmares, which is looking for a publisher.