The Never-Ending Match
Hi!
I am Trevor
See me as a sportsperson
with a body worn out
and torn gloves.
My blue shorts
With a Red Ribbon,
Expose my shame,
But I fight, still.
Fighting
What my parents gave me
Fighting
What the world,
seems to pretend to fight
But I know!
They’re not fighting.
I am the real fighter!
and I have been boxing
Fighting this thing
Since day-1...
The fight it tiring
But God knows
I will fight!
‘Cause these are
The Cards I’ve Been Dealt!
This poem is about:
Me
My community