I pick weighs at seventy kilograms,
he sweats at fifty as I cheer him on,
runs ten Ks in forty five never to diminish,
guys moan at being alive watching me finish,
kick boxing I remain undefeated drawing blood,
unrefuted the Stud glares at the Champ.
Dancing on my Own
invisible to the world,
I raise everyday invincible
with every ounce of my Being
better than my best before.
I, the Champ, am in competition
with Jessica of my past, the
one in the mirror staring back
to eviscerate her mediocrity,
build up her endurance,
so that Girl Rising unrecognized
by the world, lives up to her prophecy
of being the Greatest!