The Boxing Ring

Geschreven door: Briony Chantal - Onderwerp: Engelse gedichten

Bring me to the boxing-ring
First I’ll fight myself
Then I’ll fight the rest of you
Maybe I’ll go down the first round
I’ll fall, get up and fall even harder
Bruised I’ll lick my wounds
Feeling sorry for myself
I may get the feeling that I don’t wanna fight any more
But big girls don’t cry
Self-pity doesn’t get me anywhere
Quit whining and get over myself
This time I’ll fight even harder
A thousand times more I’ll fall
Get up and fall again
With blood, sweat and no more tears
I’ll fight myself
And then I’ll fight the rest of you