The Audition

The Audition

All she needed

was for someone to

take a chance on her.

That was it.

Just one chance.

She was dressed to the nines.

Sparkling like moonbeams

reflecting on the water.

She sang her best,
                in her vivacious, melodic way.
You could almost hear their socks fall off.
They didn’t expect those pipes.

But they had already made their choice,
snugged into their political pocket
before she ever
set her nerves aside.
Oh, but she ROCKED IT
and gave them everything
she was made of.

All she needed was a chance,
not a bunch of wasted breath.

Just one person
with balls big enough
to choose the kid based on merit,
and not on who knows
whose parent.

She was dressed to the nines,
                Sparkling like moonbeams
                full of hope and vigor.
She sang her heart out,
and left it bleeding
and beating at their feet…