I am a wizard yet to learn
the arts of seeming what you’re not
yet being what you are to earn
not billions that are wished for
on paper greens that can be ripped
but tears and laughs and awes of charm
as popcorn’s chewed and cola’s sipped
as back rows hold their hands in calm
i might not change yet wish i could
appear a turning little dot
on graphs of people’s views of age,
of race, of gender, of what's not
on graphs, nor on the maps - the cries
for help, they play on zero Hz
the sound will drown as will the voice
on zero Hz I know it hurts
let me be an instrument
© Copyright: Маррия Никитина, 2018
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