I am no man's rook
I go wherever that I look,
No one controls my every move
What I do, only I approve.
I am not no ones bishop
Nor am I, or will I ever be a kiss up,
The strategic moves that I make
They are mine to lose, or win and take.
I am no person's queen
I am more powerful, and absolute and mean,
And when a confrontation ever exists
I have my own 2 fists.
Life is but a game of chess
Only myself do I ever need to impress,
I am a king, and will not ever be a pawn
So, I lace my boxing gloves on.
Randy L. McClave
Topic(s) of this poem: boxing