Train Like a Lioness

Thu, 08/09/2018 - 01:42 -- olgaaa

The sweat beading up,

my muscles firing out of control

huffing and puffing as i go.

Focus, dodge, punch

every ounce of strength

I go hard,

up until the highest length.


one more rep,

left right up down 

lioness takes one final hit.

No one will stand in my way

while the old me goes, 

the lioness is here to stay.



This poem is about: 
My community


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