United States
40° 15' 57.1932" N, 74° 32' 4.596" W

I am but merely a pawn on this chessboard of yours my King.
Often am I the first one to make a move.
Often am I cornered into submission and swallowed by those of higher rank and importance.
Often am I disregarded and tossed aside early on in the game.
Often am I forced to step down and crouch before you
A symbol of respect, I suppose.
Rarely do I get to play among this battlefield of black and white until the very end.
And when the rare does occur;
And there is not a single one left but you and I,
And whatever move made concludes that the odds are in my favor,
And the words “Check-Mate” ring loud and clear,
This time, I know, I will not be the one to bow.

This poem is about: 
My community
Our world


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