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A Frustrated Chesspiece

 On some days, the world isn't fair.

Like yesterday and the day before
and I don't see how it will be any more
Their eyes roll and sign it wasn't enough
when you give it all you had and more.
Of all the million selves I go through each day
the hopeless one is the worst to be
for I like to have things in my own hands
and have the only one to blame as me.
If it were upto me I would survive
I would shoot everything in this quiver of mine
and if I died in battle I'd rise again
for I would learn how to win the next time.
But my victories aren't my own to grant
My losses come from the ego of strangers
A mere chesspiece in their corrupted games
the one who has everything to wager.
And yet this game of chess is like no other
for the pawn is the one to blame
They made it so there's only so far I can go
and yet I crumble with shame.
I can yell "the game is rigged" with all my might
a red pill too hard to digest
for the ones who won are basking in their glory
thinking they did something better than the rest.
The ones who lost have been playing for so long
believing they lack everything the others say
losing sight of their own efforts and worth
looking for newer conditions to obey.
I am but a pawn with endless ambitions
on this journey with everything I can spend
to become a Queen with unlimited moves
once I make it to the other end.
And yet it all seems like an illusion
all the hierarchies we put in place
for what good is even a Queen with all her might
if the moves are upto someone else.
I lost some games and it seems I won many
and I might win the one that's on play
or knocked out despite my strongest moves
contrary to belief, its not in my place to say.
May be my defeats would be more justified
and my triumphs would not make me numb
If only they were upto me and my endeavor
not the mood of who has me under their thumb.








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