Stop Telling Me Not To Be, Angry - #poetry #poem #writing #amwriting #feminism #metoo #activism

Yes, we're angry and we're not taking it anymore. After a while the only thing that will save us is anger, because this anger is borne of compassion for the pain of others. Your politeness is collaboration, your silence is a choice to side with oppression. 

Stop telling me not to be, Angry

Stop telling me

Not to be angry

Not to rage

Not to raise my voice

Or that my choice

 of words offends

The ends, the ends, you say

Do not justify the means –

Be polite, it’s more important

Than being heard, says you.

Stop telling me not to be angry

My anger, like a boiling river of lava

Like a stream of bullets

Like a fist in the face

Like a knife in the guts,

Is the harvest of your planting.

My anger is boiling water

Antiseptic spray stinging wounds

Antibacterial on a hospital floor.

My anger is medicine for the cancer

Of your creation

My anger is about to set your world on fire;

And the generations after will be inspired.

And they will grow taller, straighter,

Reach the stars

Fueled by the explosion of my wrath

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