Karate
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I know what you're thinking-
Not the echidna.
I see them-
massive structures of meat and bone
clenched
intent
on destruction
I think I learned what awesome is
When I realized my karate teacher
Was barely five feet tall
All of my eleven years stood before her
And I still had to look down
Stand up and fight,
Shy little girl,
Meek as a rabbit –
Taunted, tortured, and tormented
By their words.
Stand up and fight,
Glass doll,
Pile of shattered shards with
Listen to me, oh Muse, and help me tell the story
Of the young man with great determination.
The one who worked for years on a single goal
To turn his belt the darkest of all colors.
