Magic

Moraine Beiler

You can believe in a world
Where a child 
Called strange
Was hidden
And ridiculed
Until a strange person strong and soft
    huge and beautiful
Rode in on a motorbike
And said the words
That changed everything

You can believe in a child
Who is freed
And flies
To a place
Far from family
Far from so-called protection
    built on prejudice
Taught to stop stopping, and BE
And say the words
That truly hold meaning

You can believe
When those words are I’m a wizard
But not when those words are I am ME?