The Girl Boxer (Bre) Poem by Randy McClave

She wanted to box
Even though she is a girl
A baton she didn't want to twirl
Now she strikes and blocks.

She now dodges punches
And bobs to her left and right
She is now prepared to defend or fight
She's earned experience, and not hunches.

She jumps ropes and slugs mitts
And even bangs on the heavy bags
Wherever she aims she always tags
She now has her training, skills and wits.

I have never heard her complain
When she enters into the ring
She is prepared for its fateful "Ding"
And then she will always fearlessly train.

Not once have I heard her cry
And I have seen her perspire
She, I truly do admire
One more round, she'll always try.

She just wanted to box
Now she's becoming a fighter
She is a true igniter
On destinys door she doesn't tap, she knocks.

Randy L. McClave