The Lady’s Game
You can hide behind the bigger men
And you can say your elongated words
With alligator tears
And a pat on each back
But I see right through
And I’ll get through
You can tell me that you’re sorry
And that in this is a lesson to be learned
Full of images of sunny memories
And something a sweet parable might have told me
But I’m not living in the past
And I’m over you
Yu can lie to the one you now count on
You can turn me in as a traitor
With your crooked smile
And your frizzy hair
But I’m above the level that you’re floating on
And you have nothing left to do
You lied
Now hide
And repeat, "You’ll learn"
I’ll learn...
I’ve learned, because your actions screamed of manipulation
And your words fell silent
Hitting the blue foam mats that we’ll never touch
Smashing the trophy that we’ll never grasp
I trusted you
I supported you
Now I am the perpetrator
And you-the victim
You-the victim, the victim
The only one who cries at night
The only one who suffered
Did you bleed?
Did you bruise?
Did your body slam into the floor?
No
But I can count thirteen that did
Yet you’re the one exhausted
After three hours a day of practice
After reaching impossible heights
After thrusting your wrists onto a black floor of hot plastic
You are the one exhausted
And we just "don’t understand."
Where were you when we spent the nights awake?
Bodies sore
But souls uplifted
At the thought that we might go to places
No one ever expected us to go
Instead you yelled at us for trivial matters.
You held us back out of your own "exhaustion."
You veiled that with rules and regulations
That were only important when convenient.
"Don’t play that game with me," you said.
The game?
Perhaps it is all too coincidental
That you are the master of the game you call on us.
By Christine Hernandez
Posted at 10:22 pm by sweetnlow4ever
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