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
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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.