BJJ Life
heat
sweat
bloody noses.
is that my rib?
lets hope that's not broken.
hip flips and knotty hair
scissor sweeps
breakfalling in the air.
im not a violent person
not that you could guess
when i get home from the gym
with somebody else's blood on my chest.
but there's so much more
than injury and exhaustion
than smell and looks;
theres loyalty and love;
trust beyond a doubt.
Brazilian Jiu Jitsu
changed my life
it made me kind,
yet sharp as a knife.
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