Racheal Lequeth

Martial Arts - Poem by Racheal Lequeth

Kick! Kick! Punch!
Kick! Kick! Punch!
Kick! Kick! Punch!

I heard the Sensei say
Sweat pours down my face as I hit the bag
The burning of my knuckles against the canvas

Blood runs down my hands as I remember my anger
I punch harder
They might call me names but here I let it out

My heart races, my hair is soaked.
One last punch breaks the bag

I turn to face my Sensei

Comments about Martial Arts by Racheal Lequeth

  • Rookie Brendon Carey (11/5/2009 11:40:00 AM)

    I know exactly how this feels because i have done it before i do martial arts and have done boxing i have bloodied my knuckles several times thinking about my horrible day and the people around me. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, November 3, 2009

Poem Edited: Wednesday, November 4, 2009

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