The Art of Boxing!
How boxing saved my life
I vowed to get in the ring, wanted to be the people’s
champ, you know what I mean. I’ll fight for my
dreams; I had a little fight in me.
Internal pain motivated me, trained hard as I could six days a week.
I refused to be beaten, banged on the heavy bag,
thought about all my pain. Channeled my anger as I
trained, increased confidence I gained. Dedicated
myself in the gym like it was my sanctuary. As I
refrained from the streets, I changed my old ways,
and learned not to gang bang. GD was what I
claimed – my first bout I had my hand raised as the
golden gloves champion. “Yo, that girl is
extraordinary; surely, she shall be world champion
one day,” I overheard spectators say. More
inspiration I gained, bobbed and weaved as I trained,
wanted to get my family out of poverty. Hmm, who
could roger that, you must be quicker than that, hand
and feet coordination was exceptional. You could bet
a buck. I patted myself on the back, self-talked as I
trained; my imagination was my greatest tool. My
self-discipline and determination are why others gave
accolades and praise due to my hard work and
dedication. Had a team of family not friends; it was in
my nature to represent. Told my trainers my desire to
be the people’s champ. Prophesied over my dreams,
used my talents for Christ’s sake, knowing that one
day he will surely make room. I shall keep my hand
raised as I follow him.
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