I use to be very good at the game of chess. Winning came naturally. I did not play chess competitively. It was a game. It was fun. Many would come to play with me.
One day, my cousin brought some friends to my house, to play chess with me. I beat three of his friends, than I lost to one of them. He became the crown prince of chess…it was as if he had won the Super Bowl. Twenty years later, whenever I am in the presence of these gentlemen…they relieve the experience over again…the day Nate beat me in chess. They laugh…they taunt me…they slap each other on the back…they toast the victor.
Since that day, I refuse to play chess with a man. It is no longer fun. It becomes a game of competition that I refuse to compete in.
I am a woman. I like being a woman. I love that God has created a man and a woman differently. I find the differences in the genders fascinating. I love men simply for who they are. I enjoy them. I want them to enjoy me. I want to be loved for who and what I am.
I am not in competition with them. I will never be. If ego requires they win. They can win. I don’t mind losing to them; for in losing I win. I retain me. The good part of me. The feminine part of me. The part of me I like. The part of me that God made as a compliment for them.
Life and chess can be similar with the objective being to place the King in a position of powerlessness. I don’t want to play that game. There will be no competition. I need my King to be powerful. I will use my talent to make him strong or I won’t play.
I was not created to compete with men; I was made to compliment them.
We are different. I like the difference however, do not require me to become less of a woman so you can win.
I won’t play that game.
When I lose, I win. When I win…you win too.
Behind every good man; there’s a good woman. A woman. Not a competitor.