Merry-go-round by Sydnee Williams

Music notes dropped like dead petals
The song we always sang was out of tune now.
We still tried to dance
I still smiled like everything was fine.
But the truth is
that song we sang became part of my pain.

We once danced for revolution,
for our peace.
Now we dance because our legs aren’t our own.
Arms like dead violin strings
Just hangin’
That’s all we did.
Circling an empty mirage of love with our two-step.
Cheers and trumpets belt from the back to control the façade
This was a weekly paid performance
Merry-go-round.
No way out
One way in
That song we once sang became our greatest sin.

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