#colosseum
Fans from both sides
Yelling at the referees,
Telling them how to do their job.
I wanted to defend the referees right
There.
But then I thought, "How could I plead my case
Regarding a sport that most of the audience knows
Better than I do?"
I rested my case in my head.
Even the coaches were mocking
How they could make better calls
And how many the referees missed.
I guess that's why my dad and brother
Didn't give a **** about the tension.
They've seen tension not only from me
In the family,
But they have an awareness of sports
That my experience cannot contest.
I have thin skin, I can't let these situations slide.
I couldn't be in an arena
Where every fan was booing the officials.
I had to leave; my hands are still marked with
The filth of unsportsmanlike conduct
On every animate being.
Sure no sport can come clean,
And everyone in my family and most outside my house
Had to remind me in basketball, piano, football,
That it's "just a game."
I left this so-called game early.
I wasn't really rooting for any team;
I don't even think I was watching a real game.
Jan 28, 2019
Jan 28, 2019 at 12:35 PM UTC
Small glances.
Sent around the room.
At my fellow companions,
Ready to face their doom.
Short breaths.
Staring at the lion in its cage.
Preparing myself,
Preparing to face its deadly rage.
What have I done?
To end up in this place?
Was it to save my family?
Or just to save face?
I suppose I shall never know
The real reason why.
For the only time I will leave this hell-hole
Will be the time I die.
May 25, 2015
May 25, 2015 at 10:25 PM UTC