An Ode to Emily Dickinson
I’m no rapper. I won’t tell you I’m sampling Emily Dickinson’s work.
I’m a writer; I’ll actually tell you the truth.
I’m going to plagiarize ole Emily.
“How dreary to be -somebody!” How public — like a frog.
To tell one’s name -the livelong June — To an admiring bog!
It’s from one of her poems: I’m Nobody. Who Are You?
When you’re famous, everybody knows your business.
You have no privacy
The public never sees you. They see the image.
They see the writer, actor, painter, or whatever.
Do they love you or your art?
You can never be sure.
You’re a ghost when you’re nobody and a mannequin when you’re somebody.