I play for a season,
dribbling the ball,
rebounding and blocking.
The awards are received,
none given to me.
I had fun,
I am proud.
But that's not good enough.
I need an award,
a plastic trophy to prove that I'm worthy.
Mom says it's not fair;
my brothers and sister nod in agreement.

I had fun,
not you.
What does a stupid piece of plastic,
a flippin dollar-store prize,
matter?

Leave me alone!
stop yelling at me for it!