I’d like to tell your story but…
way too busy with mine
You see….your script never included me…
You were the lead, the star, the main attraction
My place…..a mere fraction
I had to keep askin’
Where is my part?
Where is my role?
Why does the writer have
so much control?
He picks up his pen
scribbles me out
Pencils other in
Changes up the whole plot
Crumbles the paper and starts again
In comes the understudy—eyeballing my lines
Her read was so much better—moving me out in time
Wipes her mouth
Elevator eyes
But what she doesn’t know
There is a surprise
I’m ‘bout to walk off the stage…
for a bigger venue
Girl Please! With yo’ ant-sized view!
Hug the little stage….run from side to side
Get ready for your close up!
The curtain ready to glide
Closing just before you bow…
You couldn’t cut it…didn’t know how
There you are …
fighting for a spot
that’s no longer hot!
Role gone cold