The Race

The girl walked confidently up the podium

Knowing nobody would vote for her

She knew how strong an emotion jealousy was..

She stood there humbly, knowing she was better

The voices trying harder and harder

Telling her to drop from the Race

Nobody was going to vote for her.

She walked there anyway, giving them 

The pleasure of a willing defeat

This paltry nugget wasn't Her Race anyway.

Discouragement from family was harder

To love them despite the wounds

To prance without the chains weighing down

Love came then, and was lost at crossroads

Of hopeful achievement and disgruntled archaic expectations

Easy to be hurt, harder to not be resenting or vengeful.

First Principles. Being herself in all her glory.

Sprinting the Race they can't even see.