i am not a microphone
i'm not an amplifier
the things you see around me
aren't because of who i am

stuck inside the present dome
i'm not the pacifier
but what i see around me
still ends up on instagram

that suggests it might have been
concealed beneath the bigotry
of someone who presents a scene
who wrestles objecivity
but what if i was wrong
what if i was late
what if i had heard a song
too visceral to relate

then, yes

i am not a journalist
i'm also not a liar
with everything around me
do i really give a ****

so what, indeed, is all the fuss
i represent the rest of us