Rebel with a Cause

By Becca Wilson

Warning: this piece contains strong language


I am a rebel with a cause


I never pause to think


I dont shrink


the words simply slink from my mouth like angry ink


I splatter them on everyone 


I can't lie, it's kind of fun.


people roll their eyes as i cry,


but what about animals lives? black women, trans and gay, lebsian and bi?


I'm not afraid of a fight.


I need to do what's right, it's my responsibiliy as a cis, straight white. 


I might be a witch


I dont take shit, not even if youre paying me for it


sacked from every job I've ever had


I'm glad


I'm kind but dont make me mad


jesus himself would get told too


if he tried to tell me what i could and couldnt do


two years old I stared having my say


with my father, now he's MIA


I wont play by your rules


I wont follow you


I have all the tools to do what I need to do


this mouth of mine is acid


but I'd rather stand tall than be flaccid


so roll your eyes if you think black lives dont matter, if feminism has gone too far


roll them into the back of your skull, take a look at your brain and ask yourself who the fuck you think you are


and remind yourself theres nothing you can do,


we are everywhere, proceed with caution.  


a rebel with a cause is dangerous to you


we wont stop, we dont have that option.


identity, defiance, protest, solidarity