Here’s another poem I’ve been working on for a while. The point of this poem is that when given the choice between keeping quiet to keep the peace or speaking up and fighting for people’s hearts I have chosen the latter. I will not be merely a meek observer of life, too afraid of ruffling feathers. I am not content to allow my life to pass me by while I avoid confrontation and follow all “the rules”.
I will defend the hearts of others and their right to think and act differently from myself. I won’t stand for the dehumanization or vilification of people, no matter how different we may seem.
I will rock the boat. I will pursue my joy. I have determined to laugh easily, love intentionally, and forgive gracefully.
I do NOT want to be known as a “nice guy”.
Nice Guy is milquetoast. And not to boast,
But I would rather hold a streak of temerity.
I want to have the courage to fight when all around me fall.
I will build a wall, and I will call
To the world “I will not go down in defeat!”
Nice Guy would only retreat.
I want to be intentional about loving.
With passion and grace,
When others see my face
I want them to break out in smiles not hives.
‘Cause I’m like a warm blanket in their lives,
And we’ll spend a thousand breaths breaking out in fits of laughter
Nice Guy is too meek to matter
I will resolutely pursue the heart of my wife
For the rest of my life I’ll make the study of her eyes a quest.
And every breath in her chest
And nuance of her sunburst smile
I’ll come to know and perfect the art of making her laugh
Just so I can hear her voice.
Nice Guy won’t make duty a choice.
I will not doubt the worth of a person
I will only speak after I think
And I will raise a stink
When people’s hearts get lost in the discussion
I will speak with percussion
Blow by weighty blow the full count I will go
Nice guy fears the big KO.
When hearts bleed I will patch them
When Folks fall I will catch them, snatch them
From whole batches of whipped backs
With the broken I will stand
And lend a hand
With their shattered hearts to reattach them
Nice Guy will only tax them
Nice guy always finishes
First he’s a bursted bubble of trouble
Stuck on daily double
He wears a mask of happy faces
To hide his focus on his own reflection
He’s got a complexion of abdication
Nice Guy lives a quiet life of desperation
When I am laid to rest I do not want my headstone to read “Always paid his taxes”.
Or “never missed a Sunday sermon”
People would say I was determined
People would say I gave my all.
For those who could not stand I stood tall.
For those who could not speak I spoke
That I never let a person be a joke
They’ll say I had a heart for the hearts of others
That I tried to make all my brothers
That I fought for the right to love and be loved
That when the darkness came my voice led
That when their hearts would bleed my heart bled
That I was heels over head
To bring their worth back from the dead
Don’t tell me of their value you’ve got misgivings
Because your hands aren’t dirty from what you call living
Don’t tell me how their skin color makes them stupid
How their sexual orientation makes your vexation lucid
That your solution is elusive while rooted in being abusive
I won’t turn a blind eye to the hate you supply. This is my rallying cry:
No more mister Nice Guy.