I stabbed it,
I grabbed her by her face
And looked at her deep brown vacant eyes
And told her that this is competition,
Hunger is the goal.
And with competition comes supernatural expectations
Burdens and fanciful standards
Not only for yourself, but for the people around you.
Vacancy is competition for yourself and her,
And her, and her, and him, and them.
Let it die, I told her.
You’ll never win.
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Comments1
A very aggressive poem of competition in a dog eat dog world. Well written
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