Where do people get off
thinking they’re better – better than
who is what I wanna know.
I never learned to play the game.
So I’ll stand this one out, and move on.
My demons playing their own game.
They found her sleeping in secret
with me chasing my tail – running for the sun.
They want her to join the fun
but she knows it’s not true.
They like to play make believe –
jousting with my dreams for sport.
Standing here, I feel like Red Riding Hood
wanting to ask the lady beside me
why her nose is so damn high.
What does she see up there?
I wanna ask the man in front
why he seems to think my face
traveled South for the winter.
Maybe he knows something I don’t.
I never learned to play the game,
so I’ll stand this one out.
And just as well – too many
white horses on the board already.
©Brenda Baker 2016
Part 15 of Hushed Voices