Make It Spin

• Burak Meric , Grade 12
• Poetry
• 2022

Make it spin,
I say, I lack the muscles, the arms to play
The legs to run, and the mouth to say. Who I am isn’t defined by character or content of words, rather colour of skin.

A shade of shame God bestows upon the lucky few. The minority who slip into a majority of albino devils pulling the strings, and keeping curtains sealed shut, the magician never reveals their secrets.

Make it spin, the darker you are, the more subservient you shall be, They will spin this for you, but it’ll never be free. As every time They make it spin, the more and more you belong to me.