Prize Wise
I knew
just knew in my bones
Karen was getting the prize
that should be mine
because the teacher
didn’t like me
just because Karen’s mother was sick
the whole class had voted
to give her the prize
not because she deserved it
but they felt sorry for her
I was eight or nine at the time
and decades later
I still feel that resentment
that became the message
‘no matter how well you do
someone else always deserves
the prize more
so why bother’
this message resonates
when I think
only the damaged
write with an authentic voice
only the disenfranchised
have a right to attention
only the six-pack seniors
have a right to sex
I should feel lucky
grateful for what I get
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