i duck around their fist.

i throw a punch,

fast and hard.

they squeak a noise,

i'm winning.

they throw me down,

on to the cold concrete.

i get right back on my feet,

they seem so puzzled to see me stand.

they assumed i was weak,

when i never have been.

an uppercut and knee to the throat,

should be more than enough to prove my worth.

they can judge and fight all day,

but they can not take away the pride i wear

every

single

day.

-RKA