If you are wary that my music
is shaping the world
it is because you don't have a song.


If you are irked that my art
is starting a revolution
it is because you don't have a story.


Just as the rich
imprisoned themselves in palaces
with high walls, vicious dogs
and rifled guards,
it seems those who are deemed
the most powerful
their insides are made of jelly.


This is the David/Goliath syndrome.


When you are big and I am small
it is I am resplendent
and you are at a loss.


You shut me up
slam a lid down
put a foot on my body
and pound the life out of me.


But I am nimble
I am fluid
I pulse in crevices
where your fat fingers
cannot probe.
I swim in capillaries
of society's blood stream.


My song reverberates in your hollow mind
my art imprints like tattoos on your skin
while you stamp a frantic dance,
that's how it goes.


You may be the puppeteer
but I hold the strings.


      Copyright Clara Hsu