Just days hence, a guard’s slap ere brushed the face
Of Victor Webanyama, future NBA grace.
Yet Britney Spears, undaunted by the blow,
Danced once more, her joy on full display to show.
On Instagram’s realm, a dancing video shared,
To Janet Jackson’s tune, their movements paired.
In caption’s tease, she hinted of great news,
On Tuesday, a revelation to amuse.
Perhaps to speak of her much-anticipated book,
A deal of fifteen million, a writer’s nook.
Her fame enveloped her, as she swayed and swirled,
A strapless top, her midriff bare unfurled.
In green bikini bottoms, she gracefully spun,
With white boots high, triumphant dance begun.
Last week, she made the headlines with her plea,
To catch the eye of Victor, NBA’s decree.
She found herself confronted, face smacked by a guard,
Whose duty was to shield the rising star quite hard.
In Vegas, on Instagram, she spoke her pain,
Her anguish and her cry, her scars to explain.
“I’ve walked this path for years, with known renown,
Among the greatest names, my life has flown.
“But not once has my flesh felt the palm’s offense,
Oh no, this cruel blow, my sufferings commence.”
“I’ve been unseen, unheard, though spotlight gleams,
Helplessly I languish, amidst silent screams.
“My Vegas encounter, a cry echoing loud,
A desperate plea for justice, my anguish unbowed.”
“The swarming crowd that circled as I fell,
I glimpsed the glimmers of their care, ’twas a spell.
“In the video’s grasp, my cries obscuring all,
A resounding ‘fuck you,’ my heart’s defiant call.”
“Yet still, I am a fan, of the NBA’s might,
Not his fault, this security guard’s plight.
“Accidents do happen, far beyond our will,
I still hold admiration, my heart beats still.”
“May this Friday find you all blessed and gay,
In my strife, I take solace, as day turns to gray.”
The Las Vegas Police found a truth untold,
That Spears herself was the perpetrator bold.
The guard but pushed her hand, a reflex true,
Her face bore the impact, her pain anew.
In this aftermath of chaos, she still sought,
An apology fair, her heart’s anguish fraught.
“What if a child had tapped him, devoid of guile?
Or a person in need, their hopes to compile?
“Arrested, imprisoned, he’d meet such a fate,
Yet no repercussions his way shall abate.”
“Thus, Britney Spears, her smile yet suspended,
Named God, her plea emerged, hope unbended.”
Her voice joined the chorus of countless throng,
Asking, “When will thou grace my lips with a song?”
In this tale of discord and troubling strife,
We glimpse the human plight, the cost of life.
May empathy guide us, compassion always reign,
To mend the wounds inflicted, end sorrow’s reign.
