yellow + black
pom poms up and down
girl like shrieks fill the gymnasium
sounds of feet being dragged against the wood floor is loud
the squeaking of the shoes landing with thuds on the floor vibrates off the walls
they all stand shoulder to shoulder with their skirts perfect for show
the scoreboard goes off with a hefty Buzzing ruckus of a noise and the teams flood in
jerseys tucked in with their warm ups on with pride written across their hearts
to win this game would mean everything to the players and their lovely sidekicks
the very "cheerful" cheerleaders on the sidelines.
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The Expressionists
PoetryThey speak. I hear. I breath. He looks. They run. I look away. I turn back. They disappear. I wake up. They are gone. Them and he; are just shadows. -------- The Dreamer CopyRight MyTimeWasYesterday
