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Prestige

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Abracadabra
is all it took to take her out of her seat.
But this was just the turn in the trick.
I’m here thinking that wasn’t slick.
Because magic is incomplete,
without the final part.

Every spell in wizardry has three acts.
First is the pledge, 
where we see something ordinary.
Second is the turn, 
where it becomes extraordinary.
Third is the prestige.
This is where it transforms into legendary.

Hocus pocus,
and he’s made it reappear.
Impressive I dare say,
except she doesn’t see it that way. 
Trembling with fear,
ready to run away,
this isn’t what I wanted for her sixth birthday.

I decide to take her backstage,
because sometimes it’s not about turning the page,
but rereading till you can break out of your cage.
There we bump into a ventriloquist,
who makes my daughter smile.

I pause,
and question who’s pulling my strings,
while wondering how much the truth can sting.
We then applause,
even though I know he speaks
from under his nose.
Just like how sometimes what we seek
is ever so close.

They like to tell us,
“Fool me once, shame on you.
Fool me twice, shame on me.”

I still ask the magician for a do over,
for the sake of closure.
Illusion, delusion, confusion,
deceit is a foregone conclusion.

A world without retakes,
a world with a quota for mistakes.
Imagine, 
all that wouldn’t happen.
Science, guidance, romance.
We all need a second chance.

You don’t start missing out on the sweetness of honey,
after being stung by a bee.

Perseverance and forgiveness,
both stem from bearing witness
to the past,
and grasping today isn’t your last dance. 

Juggling through the struggle, 
it’s all about understanding, 
victory won’t remain if you sit on your laurels.
But defeat’s misery will,
if you stay on your haunches.

As for comprehending,
why it’s better to let go,
it’s a feeling you only get to know
down the road, 
as you head to your final abode.
Pass up on vengeance,
and focus on asking for repentance.

Who knew at a circus,
I could learn so many life lessons.
Society will have lions jumping through fire,
turn clowns into villains,
make you forget your purpose.
But if you aspire,
you can fly high and touch the sky like an acrobat,
and maybe even pull a rabbit out of a hat.
Just remember, a curtain call looms.

Born and raised in Houston, TX, Usayd has always striven to surpass expectations. After completing a chemical engineering degree from the University of Houston a few years ago, he'll be heading to Emory Law next fall. He is an avid sports fanatic who loves to play and watch basketball, cricket, and tennis. In his free time, you can find him socializing with friends and family, planning his next travel adventure, or brainstorming his next piece. More of his work can be found on his website Simba Speaks.

1 Comment

  1. “Society will have lions jumping through fire,
    turn clowns into villains,
    make you forget your purpose.
    But if you aspire,
    you can fly high and touch the sky like an acrobat,
    and maybe even pull a rabbit out of a hat.”
    This was my favorite part. I think it pulls it all nicely together at the end. It’s a nice concept.

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