Pride? What Pride?
Pride? What pride?
I only have a race
That was only given to me
As an indication of disgrace
Oh an eraser-that I crave-
For a degree of maltreatment- I myself save
To entirely eliminate - eradicate
The word race
The tool of disgrace
Used to abuse and obfuscate
I see momentary wins
And losses galore
While perseverance is great
It's victory I implore
The stories of wins are sweet
But are eclipsed by trhe defeat
I want to wave the white flag
And sleep more than 20 people with jetlag
So I have no pride
I only have a race
That was given to me
As an indication of disgrace
This poem is about:
Me