My name is Majik and I am a man
Why am I here?
What will I share?
It must come from the heart if I dare.
Other poems may be longer,
or cleverer or more sad,
and then others will make you glad.
But I stand here,
giving you the gift of myself:
the poem is the poet,
opening myself up for all to see,
nothing scarier or more free,
not able to hide, only to be.
I came to this place to find out who I am,
I try my best and do what I can:
my name is Majik and I am a man