Swing of the wand
you wish to change me.
You don\’t say it,
but I know it.
You are dissatisfied
with the way I look.
The way I hope
The way I want
The way I wish
that the sky would clear
because the rain reminds me
of my tears.
You are dissatisfied
and you want to swing your wand.
New clothes.
New personality.
New me.
You say
\”Let\’s go to the waterfront.
Let\’s go to change you.
Pencil me into your schedule,
because I know how to change you.\”
You\’re supposed to accept me
for who I am.
Why can\’t you?
Why can\’t you stop
wishing to swing your
broken wand
on me?