Someone turns me on
She doesn’t know even
Even when I start playing
Anger is the only switch off
Simple tunes though I play
She asks “what? ”
A question of confusion or definition
Her pride hate I
She acknowledges my chauvinism
In opposite she dances feminism
Her company I enjoy
In preference her time spent away
Her name: Nice Girl On my Zone an Indication
Indication of wavering steadiness-
Constancy only in difficult flickering
Been DJ to numerous others
Hers I call New Gyra
Wanna scratch the disc
To produce tunes homogenous
This’ a show, showing
Portraying something.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem