That Type of Girl
Her serve hits the net, she lets off some steam,
She turns around and yells at the team.

When she misses a spike she turns to the setter,
'Can't you make that any better?'

They miss a block and she turns to her friend,
We jump together, 'Why can't you comprehend?'

She questions her coach, when he takes her out,
Are you sure you want to do that? 'Beyond any doubt.'

She shows her anger, not hiding it well
At the official's call, she's the only one to rebel.

Now the game has since ended,
It's a shame, 'cause the rest of her team was splendid.

I wanted so bad not to shake her hand,
But 'Never be rude' was my mother's command.

So I grabbed her hand as we passed in line,
'You're part of a team' I whispered as our fingers intertwined.

And now I'm glad, even if her sportsmanship continues to worsen,
'Cause inside I know, I'll never be that type of person.

©Elise Hamilton