Cheer on the cheerleader
I pulled the shirt over my head
And tried to ignore the noise
Of all the girls who were talking
Practicing and perfecting their poise.
I stepped into my shorts
And pushed passed the crowd
With all their cheers and jeers
That were practicing so loud.
I finally reached the mirror
My chest all barred and tight
How was I going to survive
This frightening, bitter night?
I heard the music playing
And a shiver go up my spine
I prayed I didn't break it
Oh hopefully the luck was mine.
I hated to do cheering
But Momma said it was nice
She it gave my CV
a smarter, speaker entice.
I skipped out on the field,
The crowd screaming with glee,
And all the spotlights shine
At nervous but smiling me.
I could fake a smile
And twist and hop and jump
If only they could see
The hate in my heart thump.
When it was all over
I swallowed all my pride
And told the madam coach
I'd like to quit the side.
She asked why I wanted to
I told her it was not my thing
But then sadly she pushed me to the front
And crowned me cheering king.
With a shrug and sigh
and a thick bottom lip
She told me that I had to stay
Because I never fell or tripped.
I nodded with disappointment
And shook her hand with glum
And there stood my mother
With her pointed up thumb.
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It's Just a Poetry Book
PoetryA book I update as much as I can with poems written by me. Often written during boring classes or at half past eleven at night when everyone is sleeping and the only thing awake are my thoughts bouncing from wall to wall. Please comment any critici...
