The right of way

         The right of way

 

I am that radical

I am that rebel

 

You saw me

At that day without

at that march

At that protest

Maybe even that riot

 

I won't tell you

I’ll let you decide

 

I am that radical

I am that rebel

 

You see me and go the other way

You hear me and are

Quick

To call me out my name

You know about me

You know of me

But you

Do not

Know me

 

I am that radical

I am that rebel

 

I go against tradition

I am the reason to break bonds

I am the reason

Big and mighty things

Are made low

Insignificantly small things set on high

You can try to kill me

But

I will always

And forever

live

 

I am that radical

I am that rebel

I do not fit the mold you try to put me in

I can not be shaped by your cookie cutter

I am not pretty

in fact I can be very ugly

It is not my intention to hurt

I’ll stop now

To you

I am cliché

 

I am that radical

I am that rebel

 

I am that undeniable truth

Looking into your soul

Putting a mirror in front of you

Screaming In the back of your mind

Silent on the tip of your tongue

 

I am that radical

I am that rebel

I am that truth

 

Are you Afraid of me.

 

©Christopher F. Brown 2011

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