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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.
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