The Rebel Writer Poem by Jazmin OK...

She’s a rebel writer
Her feelings are tighter
A face slightly too stern
A flame inside her burns.
To battle for choice
She raises her voice,
Crying “Why should we bow
To such a cow?
Shouldn’t we just expel
Her right to repel
All our requests?
Wouldn’t that be best? ”
Alas, alone in pursuit,
She has to battle the brute
For no one else is as bold
They’re kept under control.

But she’s a rebel writer
It’s her words that burn brighter
Her words that build mountains
And rivers and fountains
But not yet some stairs
To climb over her cares.
Why does no one ever hear
The truth she makes so clear?
The evil no one's seen
All the power that it gleans
All the crimes that occur
Still, no one listens to her.

She’s a rebel writer.
She’ll keep going
She’ll keep growing,
She’ll make mistakes
And aches and breaks
Maybe she'll fail
End up in jail
As she wrestles for their rights
And cries through the nights
But nothing can stop this fighter
She’s a rebel writer.