Life shouldn’t be a game but who am I to make that call, if anything life should be more than mine, more than black and white, unless we were talking about women but I’m not anymore at least. Checkered Past, so my life was and still is
Jumped and thumped
Bumped and dumped
Across this board called life
Why must I fight
A game I don’t want to play
Anyway
But here I am today
With dreams to be king
Isn’t that the thing
A dream to win
I do but sin
And am made false
At such cost
Waiting for that final loss
Checked again and again
Where do I begin
To leave such a predicament
Confidence?
When I am surrounded
Astounded
Yet bounded
To head to the other side
Try and survive
This board
A want to be more
Than a drama queen
A king
I want to be…
Oh checkmate
I am far too late
Because of what is true
And what I was made into
That’s my ass
At last
My future is my Checkered Past
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