Quelling Rebelling
Rebelliousness is not my choice.
I do not like to raise my voice.
At meetings, if I choose to go,
I like to frequent the back row.
I don’t sit in. I do not picket.
Resistance is a sticky wicket.
Not for me the protest march.
I’m missing nerve. I lack the starch.
So if I choose to be a hellion,
I’ll find a way that’s not rebellion.
The prompt: write a poem that involves rebellion in some way. (This is tongue in cheek. I actually did march in this demonstration.)
lifelessons - a blog by Judy Dykstra-Brown 
this is really cute
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Really love this, I can relate to the style in which you write and enjoyed the rhythm of your poem and its irony!
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Thanks, Samba.
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Heh, I haven’t marched in many demonstrations (if any at all, there was a static one or two) but I make myself heard often, and I bet people around me tend to regret it.
I loved this prompt and especially the essay by Alice Notley. This is what came out:
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More like me.
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