There is some sort of poetry

Rooted deep in sports

Some sort of reveal

Of the human spirit

It can display hard work and heart

Maybe that’s why people tune in

They know

Its art

They know

Its heart

They know

It doesn’t lie

They idolize athletes

For those reasons

But like all artists

Their art isn’t exactly who they are

And holding an artist to a higher standard

Putting them on a pedestal

Making them a idol

It is unfair.


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