Payback

A desire to win, now burning with rage.

How dare that man holler at me,

an athlete and ten years of age.

This should be fun, but I want to scream.

I’m working my ass off, trying my best.

Hands on my knees, utterly out of breath -

I have no fucking time for his jest.

I glare at him as I’m dripping in sweat.

Red fills my vision as I turn around,

This young girl has had enough.

I flip him off in front of the crowd.

“The ride home may be a little rough.”

I look over and my father appears amused,

Although he was the aim of my ruse.