BJJ Life

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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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