The True Kings Of Chess

Sweat moved far down their shirts; they were stopped by the biting of their nails…

I felt the strong current of air coming from a fan satisfy the heat throughout my body

I heard the intense music ring through my ears while a FBI documentary was playing on TV

But nothing stopped me from the frustration of my teammate

Nothing stopped me from the clicking of pieces coming out of the board to new custody

Nothing stopped me from becoming the best chess player in the world

I, a child with the potential of an adult, take chess very seriously as a passion

I don’t play with the fake rules told to me by people underestimating me

I listen to the words of wisdom and skepticism told by then Dad, now a competitor

This is the power to the very movement of my hand checkmating a man many years older than me, my senior

You see, what’s strange about me is that sometimes the very moment I believe I’m wrong, it always turns out later I was right…the whole time

My brain doesn’t obey me

I obey every nerve in my brain that will crack open my opponents skills to the pursuit of pride

Even the strongest computers, that are meant to sculpt human’s minds to believing in their every beep and ringtone, can’t beat me

So now tell me who are you ; A bystander or a player?