Racist Checkers
Racist checkers-ego fueled.
Back and forth they go.
Jump me once I'll jump you twice.
Careening toward the darkest back row.
Nothing left but two lonely pieces.
Forever frozen in opposite corners.
Staring over a checkered past.
Over a field of a burned-out dream.
Copyright © Anthony Biaanco | Year Posted 2016
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