Serena Williams

She is so fierce

So solemn

So dignified

That she would make The Predator

feel like the spoilt, silly little boy he is.

When she plays

it is like she is playing because

someone has kidnapped her parents.

She may respect her opponent

but she must crush her.

Serena Williams

is a real lady, a real person

a real competitor, a serious

presence in the court.

She is gravity itself, her face

is an arrow headed for the

heart of victory, her belly

is decision, her limbs are light

and heavy at once, like dark clouds.

Her eyelashes are blades

and her eyes are dying stars

with just enough light left

to conquer her ancient nemesis

in his million forms,

then dance.

Noble lady of the court, tell me this:

what kind of villain would I have to be

for you to take up a blade

pursue me to the brink of my evil

then nod, just once, and acknowledge me

before you run me through?

Serena

kill me.