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A woman in a man's game

By Shelly PooleyPublished 5 years ago 1 min read

I take a deep breath and sit down in my chair

Surrounded by men who judge me and stare

Who is this young girl with her leather and red lips

I smile and play with the colourful clay chips

The dealer says welcome and shuffles the deck

What will each person do? Fold, limp, raise or check?

It’s a long night ahead sat here at the felt

Anticipating what cards are next to be dealt

The game carries on, every hand a step closer

Other players keep thinking I want to expose her

They fold when I’m bluffing and call when I’m not

She’s so lucky, this girl is just running so hot

There’s two of us left, the cards are dealt to each stack

I look down at the plastic painted red, white and black

Composing myself to not give anything away

I look down at two aces, it’s now time to play

My opponent makes it easy and calls out all in

I push in my chips paired with my mischievous grin

He looks nervous and let’s out a defeated sigh

The board is run out, all he has is King high

Little do they know what I’ve been through to get here

Every loss and every lesson has taught me, have no fear

They thought I couldn’t do it, a woman in a mans game

Well let me show you, trust me, you’ll remember my name

inspirational

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