By Zahra Seyyad

They said I couldn’t write it.
They laughed as I couldn’t understand it,
yet I question them here, like this.

The people who surround art,
gatekeepers, an assembled authority,
they dictate the art we see,
what our opinion should be.

The same faces triumph,
they ride waves of glee,
as the talented voices drown.

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