An Heir’s Day

Life is a chessboard everyone’s a pawn Lectured to my nerves, day to dawn Heir is my role alone Facades, rules, and arsenals are drawn Cameras wait, ravenous for my poker face to get blown More quotes lick my ears when I play Mentally analyzing each one; “each a possibility,” I say Strenuous needed climb during the play of night But effortless fall by the decree “Child,” I could hear them say, “hold your crown tight.” The cold, intimidating business tycoon they deem Power in my hand made to gleam Pressure walling me up leaving no air to breathe Thoughts more scattered as they seem Weapons at my disposal are sheathe Persistence yields courage Deep breathe, swallow down any remorse and rage Need to lift myself up cause no one will Don’t engage Not going down was my prey enjoying the thrill Last time I was just me and me alone When tranced with deep slumber of lone Agony and oblivion is my script To the outside only emotionless is shown Eternally, both personal and public I’m ripped Not signing a pile of files, but playing a day as a game Twisting to my flame Letting serious salt slide and sprinkle some playful pepper instead Washing my hands clean of sweat and lame Not letting anyone rule me, present or dead Stretch my muscles loosen them up Starting with a coffee full cup Show myself a lion prowl Call my mate, and I say, “what’s up.” Hang the superior palisade and play without drawing a foul Make time for just me and me alone Drowning myself in brilliance of my own Talk positive and walk negative away Paparazzi like think I’m ruthless till bare bone But I think mysterious, and gray

By Anoushka Chityala