physical education
the music comes on…
it’s eminem.
i hate eminem…
but no one seems to care…
it’s not fair
that we have to run.
i’d like to win
but i look at the clock
and it’s only been 5, not 10.
i cringe again
at eminem
while he speaks of “losing yourself”
a place i think i’ve been.
my legs are sore,
my tendons torn,
the sweat runs down my face
but i can’t keep this pace.
i want to head for the door
but something keeps me;
that voice that is a teacher
calling from a bleacher
that i must suffer longer,
although everyone else is stronger.
as eminem dies
i die too.
on the floor
i’m soaked to the core
from the sweat
the liberation from doing more
as the thoughts run through my mind…
although angry and unkind…
what am i to do
if i’m not good enough for you?
by charlotte sublett
She is Beloved 