The Game

When I was a little girl, I dreamed of nights
Waiting for the day when I would beat a man
Worthy enough to be my father. I longed for
The word that would complete my score
And lead me to the win.

Now As a young adult,
I know that winning isn’t everything
As cliche as it may seem,
I realize that in my losses
I have found strength, wisdom and love.
The fight is all in the play by play suspense
The letters spelling out a plan.

We work so hard to find the safety
In numbers and in each other
Kindled pride is found
And both know the equality that lies
In the night that searches for a winner.
 

The End

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