Confrontational
I am a change maker.
I was born to stir the pot.
Born into a family
that takes conflict
and sweeps it under
the rug.
They tried to shame it
out of me
all for naught.
Staying quiet
doesn't get me
the impact I want.
A man cut me off today.
It was real close.
I was heading to pick up an order;
approaching a medium.
To the left of me
was a residential road
and a small medical complex.
The car sped out of
the tiny parking lot
and zoomed out in front of me,
smoke plumbing out of his exhaust pipe
as I pressed my foot to the break.
I didn't honk.
I just observed as he sped
and weaved through traffic.
I kept at my own pace
and ended up behind him.
He turned into the parking lot
for the same restaurant
I was picking up at.
All that reckless driving
just to end up
at the same place
at the same time.
How poetic.
I couldn't contain my smile.
I went inside and picked up the order.
He was approaching the door
as I took my exit.
Drive safe,
I said while looking at him.
Cops are out heavy.
He told me thank you
and went inside.
I second guessed myself
on the drive.
Was I just being a jerk?
Did I really need to say anything?
Why did I say the cops were out heavy?
I suppose it was in case he didn't care
about the safety of himself or others.
Maybe he'd care about getting a ticket.
For a moment,
I felt like a kid again.
My mom's voice in the back of my head
telling me to keep the peace.
What peace is there, ma?
It is not peace if questioning it
disrupts it and causes its rupture.
I sat with my feelings
and am glad I said something.
His driving was unsafe
and I had an opportunity.
Change cannot be made
by sitting idly by.
People cannot be held accountable
for their actions and words
by silence.
This is who I am.
I am loud and inquisitive.
I will not be silenced.
I will no longer suppress parts of myself
because someone doesn't understand it.
I will be the change
I want to see.
Whatever that may be.
Written by AprilFool 🐸
3/18/2026
