Tretina
My life will never be an open mic,
standing up, being seen to be seen,
standing up, mispronouncing next up's name.
Will anyone remember my name
when it's not repeated on a mic
over and over again, soon not even seen
scrabbled in pain, my pen chewing scene,
handwriting louder than voice on mic,
you already can't hear me say hi, my name,
the mic says to the scene, is no name.
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