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.
-C.H.
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