Michellia Wilson
Poetry Marathon 2021 – Hour 2 of 12

THE MUSIC SAID I COULD

The knurled round knob proved to be easier to turn than I imagined.
The dial with a red pointer oscillating left, then right…
and then it happened…
The sadness I had bottled up for weeks ignited when the drum riffs began…
Over old scratchy speakers…
Old music player..
Old music,
Old person listening…
I am one of those people who will make it necessary to ban weapons from all the mentally ill…
’cause those songs create my own insane brand of checks and balances;
the outcome is always –
I am less than equal.
In an equally insane society, the weak must be eradicated.
Ask the painfully thin humans
Issues blue striped pajamas,
They we’re deemed less than…
I am ready. The music told me so.