You feel the difference
when you’re not shown
what you give,
when you run
just to get somewhere
in time
and the other
doesn’t even
show.
You feel the difference
when you’re walking
against the flow,
pushing against the door
that is opening
but ever so heavy
ever so slowly.
If only I was stronger
smarter
quicker
prettier
I would receive what I think
I deserve?
A sense of justice?
A question of time?
But I put myself
on trial:
I need to believe
I am enough.
