Picture Me This

I am of no hue and of no sex.

And I do all I am and have been doing

with no asks.

My jumps are higher than the Malians'.

Now look up, do your eyes sting from the glare of the flashing lights?

Does the roar of resounding claps deafen your ears?

Do you feel the shove from the crowded room?

Would I not be showered in petals?

My patience is wearing thin.

Where are my accolades?

Of which I fear are long overdue.