track and field
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Dear red boy,
I didn't know what to think of you until I met you,
I thought the rudest of you,
I thought that because you were way older we couldn't fall in love,
I fell in love with you from a distance,
For as long as I can remember,
from January to December,
my determination hasn't come loose
because I'm inspired by Coach Barousse.
Track and Field may be my first love,
The gun fires and
instinct takes over
as I attack out of the blocks,
a mighty grizzly hunting my prey,
powerful arms swinging
Walking into the Oval Office my heart races
My mind strong and clear,
Nothing but victory is in my thoughts
I am ready – the time is near
When I look across the field I do not see people, I see predators.
Watching, waiting, expecting.
I don’t focus on them, or at least try not to.
People are screaming. Why aren’t you screaming too?
I should be.
She shivered with anticipation
As she impatiently stood alert
Expecting the piercing sound of the gun.
But, no matter how soon she thought it was going to go off,
She was always surprised
It all starts with the spotlight on me
My heart as if to burst
Hand clinched to tight my forearms fatigue
Inhaling deep for a second of relief
