“Get Over It” – a poem

“Get over it,” they demand.

But I’m the one who got hit in the drive-by, man! So excuse me if I can’t just wake up and say bye-bye to everything that happened. My blood stained the sidewalk for a week, one week, yet they act like this is just something I just imagined.

Back in ’88 I was consumed with hate because someone blasted me in the back. Was he on crack? I didn’t know him or his reasons. Maybe it was white boy season when the bullet slammed into my shoulder and punched through my chest. I must confess, I didn’t possess a bullet-proof vest, so rush me to the hospital to get this wound dressed. Hey Doc! Why you running those tests? To see if I’m on drugs? Oh. So I’m just another thug in a deal gone bad. That’s sad, because it wasn’t anything of the kind. I was just in the wrong place at the wrong time.

“But that was 26 years ago,” they whine.

Fine! So just forget that someone tried to assassinate me. No need to calculate how much blood I spilled or that they gunned me down just for thrills; no, I should look past all these ills and just get over it. Ignore the nightmares that still come around, when I jump up in bed every time I hear that sound … Pop! More like a firecracker than a .22 round, but firecrackers don’t knock you to the ground. Yeah. I should get over it.

Instead, I hold on to my pain while Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder plays its nasty game of molding me into a monster I couldn’t hide. Within no one to confide in, I became more terrifying than Godzilla, who crushed toy-box Tokyos where no one got hurt. But the monster inside me, now he really did the dirt … pushing away friends, making sure my relationship came to an end. There wasn’t a bed big enough to hold her, me and my hate. And still they thought “get over it” would motivate.

But it didn’t.

Not until I’d finally had enough … of this anger, frustration and a half-life made rough by 2.6 grams of lead. I might be messed up but I wasn’t dead, so I said, “Maybe it’s time to find me, time to reach deep down inside me.” Because somewhere beyond the darkest parts that defined me, was the desire to somehow, some way, just get over it.

About John Ribner

John P. Ribner is a professional writer and author of Legacy of the Bear and Prophecy of the Bear. When not working on his next novel, he is often pondering the far-reaching effects of a biased legal system and the pain it causes.

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  • JJ


    Sadly, no one listens until they feel the “pop” tear their own body.

    That is my biggest fear. What this site and others do is awesome. But I fear that one of these days, as the movement gains steam, that these courts, and gender ideologues will push one man too far over the edge.

    I don’t know if Chris Dorner was a hero, or the villain they painted him as. What I do know, is he was never allowed to speak. They wanted him dead! Just like they do every man who challenges the system. Regardless if the reasons were noble, or terrifying evil. Both men are treated with the same cold indifference.

    What will they do when both noble, and ignoble men, tell them to “Get over it!”?

  • Dean Esmay

    “You’re just bitter!”

  • fred

    I would have enjoyed the reading even more if the women in the audience had not continued talking throughout it.

  • OldGeezer

    So-called “angry white males” are often dismissed as a negligible category, but that may not prove to be very wise in the longer run. Some of us tend to regard the “get over it” taunts as just more fuel for a smoldering fire.

  • rayc2

    Yeah, just get over it already….

  • Shrek6

    Beautifully said and so painfully true!

  • captive

    Sucks man… I was raped and molested as a kid by a half-dozen pedophiles with connections to the top of the United States Government for more than a year. I was told by the ministers it was God’s will, and I believed them. Then I believed them that I was going to burn in hell for it when they told me it was a sin. The District Attorney’s office tried to cover it up, and managed to, despite over a dozen victims giving testimonies of the abuse at the hands of these churches over nearly a decade. If it had been girls they were raping, I don’t think the DA’s Chief Investigator would get away with telling all the boys to “just forgive him.” I could forgive being groped once or twice or something, but systematically indoctrinating me to believe it was a holy ritual to be molested for over a year, doing it to dozens of boys, and doing it multiple times a week for a decade is pretty hard to “just get over.”

    And, as we all know, if it had been over a dozen pre-teen girls molested over a decade by a group of pedophiles, nobody would have dared to say to those girls “well, just forgive” – least of all the DA’s office. But we know that’s because men and boys are sub-human and ought to be disposed of.

  • The Real Peterman

    Strange, but dismissing someone’s troubles with “oh, get over it” doesn’t help them get over it.