Fighter, that I am

Mma lessons in Malvern, and I found out how like dancing a punch was

I’d always been a punching bag, and my dance began punching back

All the bullying and crap that’s followed me from every woman’s worst nightmare gym

Real shit only serves to make me love fighting more

Kali and krav maga and real-life combat schematics, so like a dance it is

Give me a broken foot, and I’ll learn submissive positions in jiu jitsu from youtube. Healed stronger, fighting better than before

For a knight fighting illusions, it seems a lifetime, an endless battle, ptsd from folklore

Makes me scared, G, you I fight for, they’ll drive insane with the plague they carry. And you, Great Lady, turn infected freak on me

It scares me. I’m scared. Will you hold me, G, and tell me it’s OK? Tell me that you love me?

And my body for once, moving with yours, mingled in love, and pain. O, ecstasy

For that, I’ll fight endlessly