there’s a game goin’ on

inside your mind…

a game of the most

insidious unforgiving kind..

a game that makes people
wish they were dead

a game telling them a lie

that the beauty of their essence

is full of pain and dread

this is a game that needs

no players on the field

this is a game that’s demanding

no sweat equity, no yield.

this is a game to where others
will depreciate your worth

bottom line, whose the last human standing?
for your womb holds success to be birth’d.

© 2011 cynth’ya lewis reed
all rightz rezerv’d

Poem'z earth date: 2:22 a.m. Eastern
3/4/11 (3+4 = 7)/11