They Call Her Rebel

They call her Rebel. She stands alone in her room with the music turned up, raging against the world and things she can’t explain. She retreats into herself, lost in the beat of the drums. She dances to escape. Every feeling within her is beginning to take shape. Swelling thunderheads tower above like an anvil waiting to drop. Sinister urchins, rude and poised, push their lumpish forms into the sky. They fight with a languorous air that grapples the innocent and corrupts the fair. Her heart pounds with the clouds and the drums match their rhythms. Ardent, she moves faster, more intense. I call her Abandoned.


They call her Rebel. The haughty storm overwhelms, menacing and wicked. Drowning in the music and the pain her black and purple hair flies as she punches the ground, a scream tearing from her lips. If you looked into her eyes, past the circles and eyeliner, you would find lusterless and hollow creatures masking the fear and the passion and the fire, shrieking in their cage. A surly manner helps her deal with the unfairness in our world. Constantly on offense to keep from being on defense she battles with sarcasm and cynicism. Everyone and everything she touches stings her. I call her Hurt.


They call her Rebel. Exhaustion threatens to overcome her, but she fights it harder still. So many questions she has for them all, but they turn away before she can ask. Comprehension stands just outside her reach taunting her with every pounding headache it brings. Bright lights blind her and try to force her away, chaos and all her minions tease her in her wretched state. No more! No more! Please leave her be! She becomes an animal. Forgotten are the questions she once had, now is only hate. No amount of understanding can bring her back, it’s too late. I call her Confused.


They call her Rebel, but they don’t understand that the reason she is, is completely in their hands. They created her and use her like a puppet hung from strings. They’ve beaten her down and shredded her wings. Crushing her spirit, they don’t even see that she only wants them to give her the key. Begging and pleading then angry she becomes. They cast her off and throw her in the slums. How long will she fight and when will she give in? As they call her Rebel, so I call her Them.