Aspirations

of an Athlete

Track’s orange

The flame glows

If the torch

Is handed to me

I won’t pass on it

I wanna travel

The same road

As previous

Competitors

We can still

Rearrange

The narrative

Of past stories

In the future

Today’s old

If I feel

My feet hurt

And my heart

Stopping

And if my

Brain slows

I’ll just think of

This singular

Chance

Of being able

To catch glory

Think of it

Till the pain goes

I will take hold

Of what’s being

Kept back for me

I want to come

First in the race

Gold

But if I lose

What am I going

To explain to those

Who helped me

Chase this path,

‘Sorry’ ?

If I lose

It's a catastrophe

It’ll be black

Stormy weather

Tears

The rain flows

Like out of

A tap/faucet

Down into

Drain holes

So grab brollies

In the final lap

I gotta stay

Attached

Watching

The leading

Runners

Make sure to

Remain close

Wait for the

Right moment

Then attack

Forcefully

A winner’s

Mentality

It’s game mode

Attack

With an animal’s

Savage ferocity

A lion will

Never act jolly

And will refuse

To have its

Mane stroked

Don’t care for

The cash/money

I just wanna see

My name wrote

In the

Permanence

Of marble

Or slate stone

I want to see

My people-vaulted

Into prominence

I want to see

The nation grow

I want us

To have property

And mass acres

No more

Genocides

And massacres

I want to call

A place home

I want

A laurel wreath

A sovereign’s robe

Exchanged for

The slave clothes

I want to own

My master’s copy

And in fact

Royalties

Is that too

Much to ask?

Possibly

But the worst

That they

Can say’s ‘no’