The Never-Ending Match

Hi!

I am Trevor

See me as a sportsperson

with a body worn out

and torn gloves.

 

My blue shorts

With a Red Ribbon,

Expose my shame,

But I fight, still.

 

Fighting

What my parents gave me

Fighting

What the world,

seems to pretend to fight

But I know!

They’re not fighting.

 

I am the real fighter!

and I have been boxing

Fighting this thing

Since day-1...

 

The fight it tiring

But God knows

I will fight!

‘Cause these are

The Cards I’ve Been Dealt!

 

This poem is about: 
Me
My community

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