Match of the Century by Maria FrancescaSo we meet again -
me, with my cheap plastic pen,
You with your evenly spaced lines.
Me, with determination
and a small amount of panic
in my eyes;
You, effortlessly blank
and unconcerned.
Look at you -
just sitting there
staring emptily at me,
apparently unaware
that this is an entirely uneven match;
I have at my command
years of childhood angst
and all that the public education system
had to offer
while your only weapon
is my insecurity.
Perhaps I could take up photography. 08/11/2005 Posted on 05/21/2007 Copyright © 2025 Maria Francesca
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