With the sunsetting in the distance
I put foot in front of foot, and pull myself forward
Knees aching, feet exploding, and egos bruised
The sunset mirroring the fire in my heart
The sky lights up and draws on energy I'm unable to explain
Defying the odds and standing against those who don't believe in me
Carrying the weight of my body and Monet's entire career I lunge over the finish line.
With joy I shake my head back and forth holding back tears of redemption.
Maybe this is why they call us Bobbleheads
-Bob The Drag Queen
Grace
2025-09-23 03:31:47 +0000 UTCManuel Ayala
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